When I put him to bed last night he was one.
He woke up this morning as a two year old.
Just a little over two years ago Will and I were consumed with thoughts of (over)due dates, labor and longing to meet our Henry.
Today we find ourselves constantly entertained by and under the not so subtle direction of a little boy. Henry, my how you have grown.
You love spaghetti, "chockit pudning", pancakes and Sunday Roast (much to your Daddy's delight). You love to dip- ketchup, gravy, syrup- doesn't matter what. You call it "ba-ba" and we have no idea why. And I honestly can't count the number of bananas you must have eaten by now.
You are obsessed with Toy Story. You also love Ironman- but not because you've seen the movie. Cohen loves him and that's enough to convince you of the same.
You love to walk the dogs (you even hold the leashes) and pick up rocks during the trip around the block. You love your train set and your dinosaurs. We've tried to persuade you to love to color, but really you'd rather just watch Mommy color for you. That's ok, I don't mind.
You love bedtime stories. You always say "Mommy sit to me (with me)" when I finish. You love to have your Llama Llama books read to you by Mommy and your Mister Men books read to you by Daddy. You are able to finish the sentences when we pause at the ends and it makes us so proud.
You are quite a talker. You use five and six word sentences on a regular basis. You are constantly saying words that we had no idea that you knew. You like to sing "One, two, three, four, five- once I caught a fish alive"- a song that your Daddy has sung to you since the first week we brought you home from the hospital.
You're growing up, Henry. Every day you amaze us and fill us with a kind of love we'd never known before. Happy 2nd birthday sweet boy. We love you so very much.