Truths of Two

Oh, this little love. 

It is a good thing he is cute

because he is giving us a run for our money.

In a matter of days, he busted his lip twice,

fell down the stairs, darted to the road,

and skinned his knee.

He makes frequent demands "right now!"

and cries crocodile tears almost daily.

He is two ... the truest, the 'two-est' of two!

But he has the biggest heart.

He prays for Mia and Tessa and Baby Butt.

He cried the other night when I was leaving

and clearly said, "Mommy, don't leave me."

He loves to give one more hug after you put him in his crib,

and without fail, he will kiss you on the mouth if you pretend to pout.

He recounts the details of his day,

can recite Buddy's books from school,

and knows how to spell Alekzander's name in a song.

He is smart and cute, cuddly and strong.

He makes us laugh,

amazes us with his vocabulary,

and charms us with his snuggles.

Anderson,

we'll take the two-ness of you

because we love you sooooo much.