Not a Baby Anymore

 So, another belated birthday post.  Sweet Boy is now 2.  I think I might cry.  Even though he is small enough to be 1, and the Dr. is worried if he doesn't grow he may need an endocrinologist and meds, he is actually a big boy now with potty training just around the corner (oh, groan).  He is the cutest little thing that cannot help but be noticed for it everywhere he goes.  He is the center of our home and lights up our lives like you wouldn't believe.  Hooray for Sweet Boy (sniff).

 We had a family party with a volcano cake and he received everything a little kid like him could want:  a vacuum, a big wheel, a mini semi-truck set, clothes, and a garbage truck.  Yes, he is a fan of anything with wheels.  He played with that honking and beeping garbage truck from Grandma C for the rest of the night and wouldn't let it go even after bed.  Go figure.
 Happy Birthday my not baby anymore and I hope you grow (just a little) so that you can participate in more sports than wrestling.