One-Two!
Can you believe this kid is TWO already?!? Jesus, I feel like I just was in the hospital with him (oh, right; that was the girl).
Kane, you are constantly amazing and amusing me in every way. You are a running, jumping, talking talking talking little boy who is still my baby. But you are so much more.
You are empathetic, and you know when you've upset someone and you feel sad when someone else is sad. If Carly is crying, you get a little furrowed brow and try to give her one of your trains to make her feel better (and this works, because she adores you). You know that you need to make nice when you've upset mommy or daddy, and you come asking for a hugh, even though you don't really know how to say you're sorry, yet.
You are full of imagination, and even Renee says she'snever seen a little kid your age conjure up so much in his head. You love to pretend you're a tortoise, a dinosaur, a peacock, a snake, a crab, a helicoptor. You jump in big boxes and start driving. You talk to your trains and wish them a good morning. You repeat all the Thomas & Friends snippets that for some reason hold fast in your head, and love replaying them on your own train set.
You are so full of laughter; I can never be upset or tired for long around you, because you just want to play and have fun, and you get so much out of so little. Just the prospect of getting up in the morning revs you up, and it's infectious.
You are learning the alphabet and your numbers, and can count ot ten, and sometimes to 15, if the spirit moves you. You are picking up words so fast, and you're a little mimic, which means mommy and daddy have to bite their tongues a lot more often these days, because we have some colorful descriptions that would sound funny for about a second coming out of your mouth.
You are starting to recognize Carly as more than a lump that just won't go away, and you are starting to give her kisses randomly, unbidden. I never thought I could ever get so much joy out of just watching you these past two years, but here I am. I wouldn't trade anything for the time I've had with you.
Kane, you are constantly amazing and amusing me in every way. You are a running, jumping, talking talking talking little boy who is still my baby. But you are so much more.
You are empathetic, and you know when you've upset someone and you feel sad when someone else is sad. If Carly is crying, you get a little furrowed brow and try to give her one of your trains to make her feel better (and this works, because she adores you). You know that you need to make nice when you've upset mommy or daddy, and you come asking for a hugh, even though you don't really know how to say you're sorry, yet.
You are full of imagination, and even Renee says she'snever seen a little kid your age conjure up so much in his head. You love to pretend you're a tortoise, a dinosaur, a peacock, a snake, a crab, a helicoptor. You jump in big boxes and start driving. You talk to your trains and wish them a good morning. You repeat all the Thomas & Friends snippets that for some reason hold fast in your head, and love replaying them on your own train set.
You are so full of laughter; I can never be upset or tired for long around you, because you just want to play and have fun, and you get so much out of so little. Just the prospect of getting up in the morning revs you up, and it's infectious.
You are learning the alphabet and your numbers, and can count ot ten, and sometimes to 15, if the spirit moves you. You are picking up words so fast, and you're a little mimic, which means mommy and daddy have to bite their tongues a lot more often these days, because we have some colorful descriptions that would sound funny for about a second coming out of your mouth.
You are starting to recognize Carly as more than a lump that just won't go away, and you are starting to give her kisses randomly, unbidden. I never thought I could ever get so much joy out of just watching you these past two years, but here I am. I wouldn't trade anything for the time I've had with you.
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