Happy Thanksgiving!!

Just wanted to say Happy Thanksgiving! We went over to the parade this morning for a bit. Brady loved the balloons, but not the crowds, so we only stayed for a half hour, but it was fun! I think his favorite part was the low-flying helicopter that went by!

Waiting for it to start with a pretzel

Balloons!

Bye Kermit!

Birthday madness

So the  extended “Brady turns two” celebration has finally come to an end. I think he  enjoyed every second of it. On his birthday he got pancakes for breakfast, some new cars for his trains, a real live fish, cake, and pizza for dinner. He also got a mini party  when my in-laws came over and gave him presents.

Then on Wednesday Grandma (my mom) arrived and let him open presents. The next day my sister got here and he got some more. Then on Sunday he got his big party with his friends and had a blast!

Of course now he expects presents and cake everyday. But I think he’ll get used to not having that. So far the only changes being two has brought is a much later nap. Oddly enough he started taking a 1 or 1:30 nap instead of his usual noon right after his b-day. Weird.

Mmmmmm cake!

Two?!?!

My baby boy is turning 2 this Sunday! In some ways it’s incomprehensible to me. Where did the last 2 years go? It was just yesterday that I was walking around with a big belly all filled up with arms and legs. It seems like just a minute ago that I was overjoyed to see my chubby little baby sitting  up on his own.

Now here he is, two whole years old and a person all his own. He notices things that I never notice and points them out to me. He forms his own ideas about the things that he sees. It dazzles me every single day.

I remember thinking that he would never do anything. That he would just lie there making little baby sounds forever. And then he started to smile…and to giggle…and to play. And from there he just took off. When he turned one last year, I was happy to have that difficult first year behind me, to have moved from being a slave to this little being onto having someone to spend my days with.

This year I find myself a little sad. I always knew I wouldn’t be a parent who didn’t want their child to grown up. I’m proud of each and every thing he learns to do and I’ll continue to be  that way. But I can’t help mourning the loss  of his babyhood. I wonder what happened to that roly poly little ball of chub that I once had.

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