My son turned two on August 3rd and the past two years have been such a crazy, wild ride. It's hard to believe that in the previous picture my son was a genderless avocado-sized ball of cells and now he's a wild, funny, gigantic BOY. It's cliche for sure, but time does indeed fly.
These days, Ivan is talking up a storm. He thinks everything is funny. "Mama Funny. Dada Funny. Rice Funny. Beans Funny. Molly Funny" and he is as active as ever - running, climbing, jumping, dancing - I thought I was exhausted before. Mama Funny.
I love that he is quick to ask for hugs, "Mama UP. Mama HUG." and how when he says "I love you," it sounds like "I You" which I think is pretty perfect. I you.
At night we say goodnight to all of the things in his room. Goodnight giraffe, goodnight animals, goodnight Guys, goodnight baby Ivan (a framed picture of Ivan's ultrasound), and then he says goodnight to all of his friends at school.
It's not as easy for me to say goodbye to baby Ivan though. I miss his newness, the way he'd fit in the crook of my arm, how we'd sit in his room and I would sing "You are my Sunshine" to him in the middle of the night. I remember how David would get up with me for midnight feedings and we'd watch VH1 Classic videos with sleepy eyes and we'd laugh because it was better than crying. I remember thinking how there was no way we'd make it through those colicky nights where Ivan wouldn't stop crying and David would march around the living room shhh-ing or how we'd turn on the blowdryer for white noise. It's all kind of a funny blur and it seems like forever ago and also like yesterday all at the same time.
But now my two year old is growing up and I'm sad that the baby days seem like one giant blur. I'm afraid I'll forget the wonderful, little things so I'm going to vow to try to not be such a slacker blogger. But let's be real, my track record hasn't been that great.
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