Dear Rowan,
Today you turned two. You are big and strong now, though still so little and sweet. You aren't a baby, but still not a big boy. You can talk to us now, with lots of words, but still find communicating frustrating. Sadly you still spend a lot of time crying, sometimes in a pile on the floor. Life at two is hard. There are rules that have to be followed now and a big brother that you have to share everything with, including the attention of your parents, which you really think should be yours at all times.
Yep, that is a spoonful of peanut butter. We were out of bread and you can't deny you your beloved peanut butter on your birthday.
fYou are a very happy child, though not terribly affectionate. In the past month or so you have let me cuddle and sing to you before bed again. This is my favorite time with you. You lay your head on my shoulder and request "boy," your favorite song. You give me kisses and tell me "lub you mamma," before requesting final cuddles with Daddy. You can be silly and giggle, but sometimes you can be a little mean. You hold your own with your much bigger brother, but we're still working on being kind to everyone. You love to take turns and share, always quick to make sure Zane is doing the same.
Combining your new construction man outfit with the fire truck. Win win!
You can do so many more things now that you are two. You have learned so much this year and remain fiercely independent. You love to dress yourself, clothes, socks, shoes, jacket, all of it you feel you can do unassisted, even if this isn't always true. You have grown up fast, always keeping up with Zane. You have amazing focus for a two year old. I can see you're little mind working, thinking, trying to figure how everything around you works.
Today wasn't the greatest of days in general, but we tried to make it as fun as possible, opening presents throughout the day, playing hard, eating cupcakes, and celebrating your sweet little life the whole time. You're face makes my heart smile. You're little laugh is the sweetest sound. I think you had a good birthday, hopefully unaware of the stress surrounding the rest of us. You got all your favorite things today, a new train set, a big dog who you named Budder (peanut butter, after the peanut butter you quickly got on his ear), a Mickey shirt, book, and cup. You got a broom just your size so you can help me clean, which you always love to do. And the biggest, most fun surprise came from Grammie, Papa, and the Prance clan in Missouri, your very own fire truck. This made for all sorts of brotherly fun this afternoon.
You can never have too many woof woofs!
Vacuuming and sweeping at the same time, that's my boy!
Your brother pushed you around the house all evening, you had a blast!
You are loved by so many people little boy. So many people count you among their happy thoughts, just like I do. I am thrilled that I get to be your mamma. I love watching you grow, but wish it could slow down, it's going by too quickly. Happy birthday sweet Ro baby!
I love you the most,
Mamma
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