Nolan - November 2014

Nolan,

You are TWO!  How this happened so quickly I have no idea.  You were my chubby baby and now you are this skinny little toddler that never quits moving.  As much as I enjoy watching you grow, I miss my widdle biddy baby.  Lucky for me you are a huge cuddler and give me lots of loving.  You will sit right by me on the couch and put your little arm around my neck and hug me every 15 minutes or so and look at me and say “momm-mma”.  You have really started talking and can repeat almost anything we say.

At your 2 year old well baby you weighed in at 28.2 lbs (52%) and are 33.25 inches tall (26%).  You got one shot and gave the nurse a dirty look and pointed at her and said "you poked."  The whole drive home you said “doctor poked, doctor poked” in a sad little voice.  

You also have the most adorable curls.

You love to wrestle your big brother, jump, free fall off any high surface and your new thing is making sound effects for it all.  We went to the park earlier this week and you climbed up the huge slide (going the wrong way) and then slid down it.  No big deal.  You are fearless and I’m just waiting for the first ER trip….I know it’s happening soon.

Now that you are a little older, you are obsessed with farm animals, mostly cows.  Only you can’t just say cow…it’s “Papa cow”.  You love your Papa.  You got a barn and animal set for your birthday and will play with it for hours.  You love doing animal sounds too and it just might be the cutest thing I’ve ever seen when you do a mouse.

The TV has also caught your eye and you discovered Handy Manny.  This was also Huston’s favorite at two, so you were handed down Manny and his tools.  You go around the house repairing things and are glued to the show when it’s on.

It is fun watching your sweet little personality turn to a little bit of crazy.  You are starting to tease, stand up for yourself with “brubber” and try to make people laugh.  I just love you so much and always hope you know what you mean to me.  There isn’t a day that my heart doesn’t well up at something sweet you’ve done or something that makes me proud.  I love you baby boy.