Max,
Today you are two years old! It's bittersweet for me. I struggle with the fact that you are going to grow up no matter how much I wish I could freeze so many moments in time. I need them to last just a little longer! I tear up a little when I look at your baby pictures, but as I'm crying, I have a big smile on my face. You are such a blessing to my life!
You can count to 10 (usually skipping #5 and yelling out 9, 10 with your arms in the air and a huge smile spread across your face). You are enormously independent and will only decide to count for us if it means you get to do so while doing pull ups on daddy's pull up bar.
You like to ask questions! Many, many questions. Momma here? Daddy here? Tagg here? I'm not sure if you like to know where everyone is, or if you just like the tickling that follows our answer.
You are still loving bath time, and you take off your pants, socks, and diaper all by yourself. Having Tagg in the tub with you has really cramped your style. You're not a fan of having to turn off the water either!
We are now going through the hitting and pinching stage. I do pray this is just a stage! Sharing is still not your forte. Time out and spankings are occurring a litle more often. Though I hate that part (even though it's very necessary), I do like the sweet hugs and the "I'm sorries" that follow. I know you don't enjoy Tagg playing with your things, but I love seeing you two play together. He loves laughing at the silly things you do.
We celebrated your birthday with family on February 21 and 22. Cooper's tricycle was passed down to you. Grammy and Granddaddy got you a trampoline along with clothes, and Christy, Josh, and the boys gave you an electric toothbrush and clothes. Aunt Bonnie and JT got you a cute outfit too. Daddy made you, Jack, and Jude airplanes out of cardboard boxes, and we had airplane cupcakes. Saturday was a beautiful day, so we played outside most of the day at Grammy's and Granddaddy's.
Daddy has been teaching you how to pray, and you do a great job of
bowing your head, closing your eyes, and saying, "Amen." Saturday
morning, you woke up extra early at 5:00 AM, came into my bedroom,
crawled in bed, snuggled up beside me and said, "Pray for blanket" (you
do love your blanket). So, we closed our eyes and prayed, "Thank you,
God, for my blanket." You remind me to be thankful for all of the
little things and all of the great big things too!
Happy second birthday, sweet Max.
I love you!
Momma
