Two.

Well, I blinked and Calvin turned two.  Have I mentioned this was a crazy year?  It seems like a million years ago that we were celebrating his first birthday, yet at the same time it feels like yesterday. 

Calvin, at two:

• is so funny.  He makes us laugh non-stop.  He loves to be the center of attention.  He loves making us laugh, even if it means purposely running into walls or smacking himself in the head. 
• loves wrestling with his dad and with Londyn.
• loves visiting cousins and Grandparents.
• learns new words every day.  His vocabulary has completely exploded in the past month or two. 
• has been very clingy lately.  He can be very insistent when he gets in one of his only-mom-will-do moods.
• is still transitioning to the new house.  He frequently asks to “go home”.  He has also been napping poorly and I wonder if the two are connected.
• wants to go potty all the time.  The problem with this is that we’re not potty training.  It’s purely entertainment for him to sit on the potty, throw a little toilet paper in the bowl and jump down.
• is a total mimic.  He copies everything.  Every word, every gesture, every intonation.  It’s a little bit hilarious.
• is obsessed with Cars, Toy Story, Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, and Elmo.  (He may have watched a bit too much TV while we worked on the house. Trying to wean him now hasn’t been fun.)
• walks to the school with me 3x a day.  He waves and shouts goodbye to the girls so loud that the whole neighborhood can hear him.  The crossing guard thinks he’s adorable.
• still won’t go to nursery. 
• constantly has filthy feet.
• is by far my pickiest eater.  But he does love chicken pot pie.  And ice cream.
• still loves trucks, dirt, rocks, and all things boy.

Happy Birthday Calvin!