It's official. I. have. a. 2.5. year. OLD! WHAT? How did this time go by so fast? Seriously, have I been so naive to think that my little baby wasn't going to grow up? He's going to be 18 before I know it, isn't he? I think he thinks he's almost 18 already. He and I have the craziest conversations. Last night we had a discussion over why everyone poops. Oh yes, that's what I said. The child is obsessed with things that poop. So, we had to have a discussion about the fact that every living thing poops. sigh.
He also has taken on the boy characteristics of "fighting" and dueling it out with daddy... using forks.
Oh yes, and I've created a monster in the kitchen. If I don't let him pull up a chair and do something; all hell breaks loose.
He likes to take off all of his clothes, run through the house, and yell "Stinky butt is coming!!!"
He enjoys money and thinks that pennies can buy anything- even ipods. Yes, he asked me for an ipod yesterday... and EVEN called it by the right name.
My baby...my big boy.... he's growing up. I am so proud of him. He is my sunshine, when skies are grey.
I'm going to go hyperventilate now, at the thought of having a 2.5 year old...
HAPPY HALF-BIRTHDAY, ADAM!