I can't believe he's really two though - that's it's been over two years since we were in that hospital having a baby, that they handed right over and let us bring home without having to take any exams or anything. For every minute he's being a stroppy toddler there's an hour he's being brilliant and clever and funny. He's started telling jokes (mostly they are "Poo Mummy stinks" but still!) he's started playing tricks ("Where's it gone Mummy's keys? Peepo, there it is in the bin!") and understanding that it's a game. He can count to ten (he misses out number 8 every time, which is confusing when you count ten things and there's one left over, but hey, he's only 2!) he can recognise some letters (R for Roman, M for Mummy, D for Daddy and J for Jasper) he is learning his colours and knows lots of shapes (squares and triangles are TOTALLY interchangable you know!) and I'm just so horribly, horribly proud and smug that he's so clever and brilliant.
Every day he surprises me and amazes me with something he can do and I can't believe it's my son, that I made him myself from scratch inside my insides, or that he's that same baby I spent ten thousand YEARS pushing out! (I may be exaggerating!) and every day when he tells me he loves me and asks for a cuddle and a kiss I could melt with happy (even when it's a lion kiss, which is less kiss and more sloppy lick all over my face).
My baby boy the day he was born
He rapidly turned into this baby...
he looks like he's been switched for someone else!
That little baby has turned into this great big boy!
I can't quite believe that's the same person! That baby doesn't look like he could possibly turn into that toddler!