He Must Be Two

Today officially ends the reign of "two under 2". My little man is having his birthday today. His sister went to the babysitter and my guy and I have had a great day together (he'll celebrate with his friends over the weekend). I can't help but notice some decidedly 2-like behavior, I guess to make sure as if I didn't already know, that he is actually 2. Every time there is a tantrum or the word "no!" is uttered, or some other grasp at independence is observed, I find myself smiling and saying "Is somebody 2? Seems like somebody is 2 years old!"

Even though mighty miss O was awake for half the night last night--she is happy, she just wants to yell and smile instead of sleep--and conversely so was her mommy, I feel like things are getting easier. I'm not sure why. Maybe just because she is becoming so much more lovable as she wakes up to the world, and little Q appears to finally accept her place in our family.

Happy birthday to my big boy!