He just turned two in May. He's taken the Terrible Twos to a level I never knew existed. (To all other mothers of Terrible Twos, I owe you an apology for accusing you of exaggerating when Princess was two)
He is sweet and loving and adores his John Deere blankets. He takes such good care of the baby doll he borrowed from Princess that it melts my heart. He loves to give hugs and kisses. He'll wave and say hi to anyone we meet (unless he's in one of those "two year old" moods).
He's not a morning person. He wakes up ready for a nap and proves it by whining and throwing fits all morning. He recently has come under the impression that he no longer needs naps. He's sadly mistaken. He'll ask me for something and, when I give it to him, he'll throw a fit for the next 1/2 hour.
He could live outside and loves to ride his Bigwheel at break-neck speeds up and down our porch. He begs to take rides in the van, and once in the van, begs to go up and down hills. Luckily for him, we live in a very hilly town. His favorite part of shopping is riding in a cart. He adores tractors, but is afraid to go near them if they're turned on. ("Owie ears, Mama!)
He sings all day long and loves to identify the different instruments when we're listening to a cd. His favorite movies are Barney (Barney sings a lot) and bluegrass concert dvds. He has a sense of humor and loves to play tricks. He's a typical little brother who picks on his big sister just to annoy her and make her scream.
Little man is two and a mess of contradictions, but I couldn't ask for a sweeter little boy.