This is a tough one for me to swallow. You’re not a baby anymore though you’ll always be MY baby. We’ve celebrated so many milestones. We’ve said goodbye to bottles and baby food. You’ve mostly ditched the stroller in favor of your trike, Your hair has grown long and curly. Your first tentative words have grown into sentences and paragraphs.
You are a guy’s guy. A tinkerer. A lover of cars and trains and planes and monster trucks and cars and motorcycles and tractors and even more cars. You are our lap runner, our ball-thrower. Connoisseur of ketchup and ranch dressing. You are a boy through and through.
You have the sweetest smile, the most sincere hugs, still that scream that could break glass, but we don’t hear it very often any more. You look so much like your sister and when the two of you get the giggles I could drown in them. You continue to make our family complete. We can’t wait to see where life takes you. Vroom, Vroom, little buddy.
Happy Two Maxwell!
