Today, my “baby” is two.

He is sweet, and a mama’s boy. He gives the best snuggles.

He is ornery. So ornery! He already has a “look” when he’s trying to pull something over on us.

And smart, and talkative. While his daddy was holding him so I could trim the nails on his wiggly little hands the other night, he said “figernails! Done. Hurts. No!” It didn’t hurt, I can assure you.

He also hates holding still to get his diaper changed (and doesn’t usually).

He loves his siblings, his big sister especially.

He’s my Boo Boo, my Love Bug. My Little Man. And he’s two.