Goodness, in the last year we have come a long way. He started walking, then running and is now a full on FORCE! Kid is rough and tough! Jason and I are drifting away from calling him "The Baby" and let me tell you why. In the last few months he has started talking up a storm! I traded in the diaper bag for a back pack which he proudly wears, walking into his preschool. While I am happy to see him progressing as he should, it does make me sad to lose the "baby". He wants to do everything Bubby does and he is pretty good at keeping up with him. The saddest part of this transformation from baby to big boy is the crib. Gosh, these 2 boys of mine are so different! Brighton stayed in his crib until he was almost 3 and a half and we just got him out finally and into his big boy bed. Nope, not Baylor. He wanted out. Started climbing out of pack n play while we were on vacation, then once home, his crib. The control freak in me wanted to put the crib net over his bed, but eventually I came to terms with the fact that he wants to grow up and I have to let him. We took his crib out of his room gave him Brighton's crib that converted into a toddler bed. He was of course so happy. He is good about staying in it when we put him to bed, but he sure is an early riser, thundering across the house every morning at 6:30! What else, oh he is great eater. Also he has become quite affectionate, giving arm kisses, hand kisses and hugs. I am sure he learned this from Brighton! He has gone from being a needy on-the-hip baby to being more independent in only a few months time. He is also very interested in the potty so I am sure that is right around the corner.
Baylor has never had any attachment to certain items. He never took a pacifier, or sucked his thumb or had a "Lovey" animal or blanket that he wanted to sleep with. Until recently. He has taken this giraffe "Mo Mo" under his wing. Mo Mo is named after the little mohawk that he has. Baylor sleeps with him every night and loves to give him kisses!
Today was his last day of preschool of the week so he proudly carried in a bundle of these rice crispy treats that I made for him to share with his classmates.
Anyway, we could not be more proud of him. He is a joy to have and watch, takes up every ounce of energy I have but no matter if he is giving kisses or getting into ruckus we sure do think he is adorable, either way!
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| This was my shirt when I was 3. My dad was coaching a little boy's basketball league and had it made for me. At least I think that is right. |
We are taking him back to the allergy specialist next week. I feel he has outgrown most of his food allergies but it is unlikely to outgrow a peanut allergy so I continue to watch him like a hawk and try to police the food intake around him, a job that I as his mother am forced to do. I hope I don't ever come off as rude about this, its just that I have a precious little life to protect! I am hoping to find out some info on getting him into a study that will get him to be immune to this eventually.
Proud of our baby boy. He sure does LOVE his brother and vise versa. Except when they are fighting, which is every other minute it seems. They are playing and hugging and kissing 1 minute and crying and fighting the next. They must be siblings! Happy birthday Baylor! We love you so much.
And what the heck, I'll do 1 last back to back for the special occasion!
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| Sweet little Baylor 2 Years |
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| Sweet little Brighton 2 Years |
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