My baby turns two years old today (pause for some gentle sobbing).

At two, Samuel:

• Says “I love you Mummy” daily, without prompting.
• Loves hats and jackets and coats. It’s quite the obsession.
• Wears his helmet around the house every chance he can get.
• Assigns ownership to everything. (MY hat, Daddy’s guitar, Mummy’s shoes, Thomas’ shirt).
• Loves to play outside and ride his bike. We have had more than a couple of tantrums when he’s been asked to come inside for dinner.
• Has just started blowing kisses with almost every goodbye. It’s adorable.
• Likes to torment his brother when he finds a weak spot.
• Still sings the “Goodbye Song” at the top of his voice at every chance he gets, but has added “Twinkle, Twinkle” sing-a-longs at bedtime.
• Is a great dancer.
• Still says please and thank you – although sometimes only after he finds that screaming won’t get him what he wants.
• Usually does what he’s asked by the time I count “1… 2… 2-and-a-half…”
• Responds well to time outs… most of the time.
• Is accident prone right now (I was embarrassed to take him to the pediatrician today with his cut lip, bruise on his back and scratch on his cheek).
• Has started peeing in the potty almost every night before bath.
• Has almost given up the nighttime binky. Almost…
• Has three “babies” – a blue bear called ‘Baby’, a koala called ‘Koala’ and a blues clues dog called ‘Blues Clues’. He likes to stick with the basics when it comes to naming his babies.
• Is a truly adorable, chatty, fun, inquisitive, funny, active, wonderful two-year-old.

Finally, a few photos of him jumping on his birthday present – his very own big boy bed. He has slept in it for three nights now and so far, so good. I am secretly enjoying his requests to “lie down with me Mummy” when I put him to bed at night. NOT so fond of them at four in the morning…

Happy birthday baby.