This weekend is another birthday.
My baby is almost two. He refuses to sit in a high chair and wants to sit on the potty whenever his brother does.
He tells jokes, even with his limited vocabulary-and that is growing by leaps and bounds daily. Right now the word poop is hilarious to him; I love how he throws his head back to laugh. He will put on Mommy's shoes and call them Daddy's shoes, and then throw his head back to laugh. His favorite word and color is yellow.
He told me happy birthday yesterday, and I love you too comes out as "I ov oo too".
I love you, JR; I am so glad God is letting me keep you for a bit.