Happy Birthday Landon!

My Sweetest Little Love,

As far as two-year-olds go, you're pretty patient with me, which is good. I'm more than two weeks late in writing this post and that's pretty indicative of life in our house right now. You bring me your sippy cup and let me know that you want more to drink. I put it on the counter, thinking I'll refill it as soon as I'm done with whatever task is at hand. Ten minutes later, you come back and point to the sippy cup again. A few more rounds of this and you finally start to get pretty upset. :)

Do you know how much I love you? Every morning I am so excited to come to your room and open your door once I know you're awake. Sometimes Daddy and I even fight over who gets to greet you in the morning. You are like a little ray of sunshine that brightens up every day. Unless you are really mad about something, you always have a smile on your face. Even your speech teacher commented last week ... "He smiles through the whole session, which is great, but I'm worried that maybe he is unable to make other shapes with his lips. Can he blow out a candle?" I assured her that, yes, you were definitely able to blow out the candles on your birthday cake. You're just a happy little boy :)

At two years old you still love your big brother, even though he is green with envy over your new pillow pet and constantly trying to steal it from you. You do fight throughout the day, but still, you follow him wherever he goes. In fact, as soon as I open your door in the morning and give you a great big hug and kiss, you are running down the hallway to Tanner's room to see if he's up yet. You're the best sleeper and always go down without a fight at both naptime and bedtime. I'm sure you're usually worn out from trying to keep up with the big boys all day.

Despite your overall sweetness, you're definitely a normal two-year-old. Silly me, as an infant I was sure you would somehow skip this stage, but alas, the Terrible Twos are upon us. As of today, you are officially banned from all shopping trips and errands. Period. I think we'll get along much better now that our groceries are going to be delivered. Of course, because you're two, you insist on doing everything by yourself. Which is really wonderful ... except when you insist on riding your own bike ALL THE WAY down to the park by scooting it with your feet because you aren't able to use the pedals yet. This wouldn't be SO terrible, but your big brother is THREE, which means he doesn't hear (listen??) when I yell STOP!!! WAIT!!! FREEZE!!! We're working on that, though. :)

I know I've said this before, but my favorite time of day is when I go into your room to check on you before I go to sleep. It's all I can do not to crawl into your bed with you for one last snuggle. Sometimes I do just that. Daddy always laughs. You are my sweet, funny, cuddly, yummy, beautiful little love and I'm so happy to be your mom.

I love you little sweet pea. Happy Birthday!

Love,
Mom

My FAVORITE picture of the whole birthday.