How in the world did this happen?!?!?!
Well, it happened. I put my sweet little Jonathan to bed as a one year old baby and he woke up as a two year old toddler. (Insert long dramatic sigh here...) I really tried to stop him, I swear that I did, but he went and turned on my anyway. They always do. I have tried with each kid to stop this or at least to slow it down, but it hasn't worked yet. In fact the opposite seems to be happening. They get bigger faster now, like warp speed or something.
This birthday has been pretty rough for me. Actually, all of Jonathan's milestones are hard for me. I guess that it's because I know for sure that he is THE baby. Each time that he learns something new, I know that it is the LAST time that I will watch one of my kids learn this or do that for the first time. He is my last of firsts. I think back to his first year, his sweet cuddly baby year. He was been such a sweet baby, always smiling and happy. This past year has been the year of the comedian. He is funny. This kid cracks us all up and he knows it. He loves to be the center of attention (and he always is!) and will look to make sure that everyone is watching him to see how funny and cute he is. He is the quintessential youngest child. He has all of us wrapped around his very tiny finger. He knows how to work a pout or an "owie" to get maximum pity. He will walk up to his very big brother Jake and say "Owie!" while pointing to a random body part. A body part that is more than likely perfectly fine. And he knows that without a doubt Jake will pick him and hug him and baby him a little bit. I find it very entertaining, but I don't laugh out loud. I know better. Trust me, I am right at the heart of his fan club.
He is 100% all boy! When I was talking to Brian about what to get him for his birthday, Brian said, "He likes cars and guys and balls. Anything boy!" That is the truth! He is always carrying around at least 3 or four or eight action figures or cars. He loves any kind of ball, basketball, football, soccerball, baseball. It doesn't matter what kind. He loves them all equally! If he can pick it up or throw it or kick it, he wants it. He loves to do whatever the big boys are doing, so naturally sports are big with him. He is talking like crazy now. He is speaking in sentences and knows exactly what he wants and how to get it. Today I asked him what he wanted for his birthday dinner. His answer? "Yes peez Mommy!" He wants it all!
We had a small family party for him tonight, just with us. (The big party with grandparents and aunts and uncles and cousins will be a joint one with Jake next month.) I decided on "Teetza!" (aka pizza) for his birthday dinner because it is one of his favorites. He was very happy and kept clapping and cheering "Yay teetza!" I think that it was a good choice. I also picked up some cupcakes and ice cream. Another huge success. Although it's not that hard to impress him, he is only 2!
I asked him which cupcake he wanted and he said, "Yes!" and grabbed both of them! Oh well, they were mini and it IS his birthday!
As is our tradition, we always give the kids their presents on their actual birthday. I had a hard time deciding what to get him. We have pretty much every version of every kid toy ever made. He loves cars and guys, but we have a million matchbox cars and 2 million action figures. I went up and down every aisle in Walmart and then I found it. The holy grail for a 2 year old boy...A Lightning McQueen car that he can ride and it makes noise. I called Brian and asked him what he thought. He is such a smart daddy! After years of parenting he is so very wise. He said, "Hon, if it is loud and annoying and possibly destructive, he will love it!" Well folks, we have a winner. He can ride it and crash into things and it makes noise and will probably drive me crazy in about 10 minutes. But he loved it!!
He kept trying to put his "keys" in the ignition. He spent all evening driving around his new "KaQueen" car. He was not a fan of sharing. Aiden was dying to try it out, but Jonathan wasn't having it.
His name, Jonathan, means God is gracious. And He has been very gracious by blessing us with this little guy! He brings us so much joy and happiness. I cannot imagine our lives without him. I guess that part of the deal is that he is going to keep growing (sigh). I guess that I need to keep growing too. Maybe it will get a little bit easier. (Stop laughing! A mom can dream can't she?!) We love you Peezy!!