What am I to Do, My Baby boy is 2

I’ve had a hard time noticing subtle changes in my babies. I guess because I work from home most days and spend so much time with them, I have to rely on growth charts to tell me how tall they’ve gotten or momentous occasions to remind me of how fast time flies. A few months ago I did notice that my toddler son’s baby feet, no longer smelled like baby. They smelled just like feet, like little people, dirty feet. And that was my reminder that he was growing up. Needless to say we’ve retired the baby feet in momma face during changing time game. I just can’t take any chances.

This weekend my youngest child turned two. I know, I know it’s just 24 months, but my oh my how he has changed in that time. He used to eat anything. Well not anymore, in fact, he has about five items on his menu and not one of them starts with green. He “used” to be quiet, well you guessed it; not anymore.  He used to go to just about anyone, well not really and he still doesn’t.

In fact there’s not too much he gets excited about, but Sesame Street characters and water activities are definitely among his favorites. So the new Lions Water Adventure Park in Kinston seemed a no brainer for his second birthday party. Birthdays in the Taylor house are BIG. When you’ve prayed as long and hard for babies as we did, birthdays are great reminders of the miracles God has performed in our lives, not once…but twice.

I don’t think we are alone in our birthday craze, my mom and brother worked for weeks to hand decorate each party bag with different Sesame Street characters for partygoers. And no one seemed to mind the additional 30 minute drive from Greenville to Kinston. His sudo auntie Sherri made his cookie monster cake and cupcakes per his request. My husband created the perfect t-shirt logo and his 4-year-old sister insisted on dressing up as Elmo for the party and the list goes on of special gestures to make his day extra special.

For two weeks we practiced him saying he is 2-years-old and explained that his birthday was fast approaching. His fingers still have not cooperated with a makeshift peace sign, but he’s working on it. He sang himself happy birthday and was quick to blow out his candle. He didn’t open his gifts until later that night before bath time and my oh my was he excited.

Needless to say, I still can’t believe he can look at me and quote his favorite line “I can do it myself.” And most of the time he actually can. To help with his new found independence we have dropped the “baby” from Baby G and now refer to him as “Little G.” I guess it’s true what they say that time waits for no man or momma. Happy Birthday Garrett M.

Elmobirthday boy


One thought on “What am I to Do, My Baby boy is 2

  1. Honey, stinking feet are only the beginning. Wait until his whole body stinks from some type of sports practice!!! And he comes and hugs you, after every practice. Team Pruden Headquarters smells like a gym now!!! I am enjoying watching Little G grow up, thank you for sharing your life, and I’m glad God blessed you with the desire of your heart times 2!!!

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