How is it possible that my sweet little boy is already two years old?! You hardly resemble this tiny little peanut with a head full of black hair!
Dear Ethan,
You are turning into such a little man. You are talking up a a storm and running all over the place. I frequently say that when you're awake, it's go time! You are the sweetest, happiest, most content little boy. Unless you are mad about something... and then you're really mad! You definitely have a strong personality and you completely live up to your name. But we love your passion for life. You are full of fun and energy and such a joy to be around. You are very outgoing and quickly capture the heart... and attention... of anyone around you. When you go to bed at night I often collapse onto the couch with utter exhaustion. And when you wake up in the morning I love to walk into your room and hear that sweet little voice say, "Mummy". I can't imagine a day without you in my life.
You have grown leaps and bounds this past year and it tugs at my heart a little bit as I realize how much you will continue to grow. Time just keeps going faster and faster and while I can't wait to see the man you will become, part of me just wants to keep you my little boy forever.
Some of my favorite "Ethan-ism's" right now include:
gank gu Mommy = Thank you or no gank gu when you don't want something
watee = water
where Jay go = Where is James?
carry too = carry me please
kwinkle = Twinkle Twinkle Little Star (you're favorite song)
show me = I want to show you something
You are such a bright little guy and very curious about everything. I don't dare leave you and your brother alone for more than a couple of minutes because you two quickly find all kinds of mischief. You understand much more than you can communicate at this point, but you sure try to say everything! We went for your two year check up last week and you weighed 32 pounds 6 ounces, which puts you in the 90th percentile for weight. You were 35 inches tall, which is between the 75-80th percentile for height. No doubt, you're a bruiser. There is nothing gentle about you... a real bowl in a china shop! Our new nickname for you is "the lunchbox". Ironically you don't eat that much and you are definitely pickier than your brother. But you're a big and solid boy destined for athletic greatness... or so daddy hopes!
This year we had a small Elmo party to celebrate. You love Elmo, whom you affectionately call "Lala" or "Melmo". You loved being the guest of honor and enjoyed opening your presents!
Happy 2nd Birthday to our sweet boy! We love your more than you will ever know!
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