On being two

As you know my oldest son is two years old. Life as a two year old is pretty sweet if you ask me. He is able to throw tantrums in a single bound. He's able to back talk at the drop of hat. He reaks havoc on the dog daily and never gets bit. Life is spectacular! Quite entertaining if it all goes your way.

Jacob is into everything. He asks a million questions a day. He talks a million miles a minute. He loves Disney movies and asks for popcorn to go with them. He loves pulling the dogs tail, much to her chagrin. He rides the dog, constantly. He kisses and smothers his little brother, constantly. He loves music and has a shiny new drum set compliments of his Adda. Nice. He loves to stand on the sofa arms, giving me a coronary each and every time, and dive into the sofa cushions. He does not like to eat. Anything. Its a battle to get three well balanced meals down his throat. I literally force feed him bites of meat and veggies otherwise he'd eat crap junk food all day. He asks for Doritos, Stax Chips and Fruit snacks all day long. He loves his milk. He still drinks from a bottle, Lord help us! He does drink from a sippy, but prefers milk in a bottle. We're working on that as I type. He has used the potty once. He still prefers to do all forms of potty in his diaper. I will be glad when he's ready for underwear which is waiting for him neatly folded in his dresser drawers. He's a whirlwind. I don't know where my days go!

Life with a two year old is awesome. He creates chaos in the house, but at the same time in a silent moment nestled on the sofa together I can get wrapped up in his love. He still loves to cuddle (on his terms) and will anxiously give hugs and kisses to the ones he loves. I can't get enough of his sticky cheeks and his two year old breath. I just love his tiny teeth and smile. He lights my world and he knows it. He has me wrapped around every one of his little fingers. I would say his life is pretty darn sweet. Lucky Kid!