My sweet boy turned two last week.
TWO.
He is a never ending ball of motion.
He runs and roars and laughs and feels all the feels.
If he had an anthem it would probably be
"GRAYSON DO IT."
Because he wants to do everything his big sisters are doing.
Or just everything for that matter.
When I told him he was two he looked at me and said,
"No. No two. No like it."
But he's sweet and cuddly when I can catch him.
He likes to "rock rock."
He likes to read books.
He eats milk and cheese consistently.
Anything else depends on his mood.
Sometimes he doesn't like to eat at all.
Too busy.
He likes trains and dinosaurs and blocks and trucks.
If he hears a loud noise he wants more.
He is teaching us about being boy parents, and we're kinda smitten.
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