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March 22, 2010
Two
I can't believe it's been two years since this happened to me. Two years since the boy I was scared I wouldn't love enough arrived. Two years since my sweet little man was born.
Owen slays me with his cuteness every day. He has the shortest tantrums I've ever seen, and they always end with a huge grin. He never stops talking, and constantly amazes me with the words he remembers and the connections he makes. He can entertain himself for long stretches at a time, but loves to follow along with whatever game his sisters rope him into. He loves wearing "princess" shoes and Pirate Pete, his lentil-stuffed buddy. When I tell him it's naptime, he says "No!" and within 5 minutes comes and tells me it's time for him to take a nap. This weekend, he slept in until 8 and 8:30. (This currently makes him my favorite child. It would be swell if the girls could take turns trying to take the title away from him.) He is sweet and snuggly and he gives the best hugs and "I love you, Mama"s.
Of course, he also talks all. the. time. He repeats "Mama" over and over, never actually getting to any point. He eats yogurt, cheese, crackers, milk and a smattering of fruits. He still uses a pacifier, in spite of my pledge that he be done by age 2. (To be fair, I haven't pushed the issue. See sleeping, above.) He's an incredibly agreeable child, as long as he's getting exactly what he wants. He has no interest in the potty.
He's the little man I never knew I needed.
Happy Birthday, Stinkbug!
Posted by me at March 22, 2010 10:13 PM