Reflections on the 2nd year

I've been meaning to write this for days now. He's almost another month older than 2. TIme with him is going by so very quickly. He grows and learns more every single day.

His language has totally exploded. He speaks in sentences of 4-7 words. He learns dozens of new words every day. He is definitely in his sponge phase.

He eats. He will go days with only a bite or two and days where I glimpse the hollow legged teenager he will become.

He argues. He is strong willed. So much more than I expected from how laid back he was in his early days. Stubborn doesn't begin to describe it. Dedicated to the task at hand.

I've started seeing tantrums and boy can this kid throw a doozie. He's not hitting his head against the floor and practicing faces, but he's also much easier to set off.

He's cuddly. He is my snuggler. He's a mama's boy and I don't want that to ever change. He loves to sit in my lap. He loves to give kisses - on the lips, on the hand, on whatever part he can reach. He hugs...man, what hugs.

I feel so lucky to have him. He's an amazing boy, no longer a baby. I can't wait to see what the next year holds.

Poor, tired kid

Corin's nap/sleep schedule has been such a mess, ever since we went to Phoenix and even a bit before. He's waking up late, napping late, taking forever to fall asleep.

Yesterday, he went without a nap. It was awful. Today, we were playing with friends until 3 and he promptly fell asleep in the car.

We got home. He woke up. He came inside and asked to be put down. He sat on the floor with the cat. He laid down. I went to the bathroom.

I came back out and he's passed out. In the middle of the entrance to the living room. The cats have no idea what to make of him.

I need to snap a picture before he wakes up.