In 11 days, Alex will turn two.
I’m still not sure how I feel about that.
Every day, he becomes more of a person. Every day, his sentences get longer. Every day, he surprises me with a new skill. Every day, he gives me kisses. Every day, he has at least one melt down.
In 11 more days, he will be different than he is today. He will have a larger vocabulary, he will walk and run more smoothly, he will have invented new games, tried new foods, and will be two.
I’m not exactly sure when in the last few months it started, but Alex refers to himself as “baby.” It’s unbelievably cute. He requests that someone does something, and then tells himself to do it too. “Mommy walk! Mm…Baby walk!” “Daddy take a bite? Baby take a bite!” It’s too sweet to even consider stopping. Even though he isn’t a baby anymore, I am going to hold on to that for as long as I possibly can.