Dear Conor,
Tonight I snuck into your room (as quiet as a mouse for fear of waking you) before I sat down to write this because I wanted to be near you, to freeze you in time. Today was your second birthday and time is slipping by like sand through the hour glass. This year has been a year of discovery, growth, frustration, sadness, and challenge but nothing can change that all in all the year has been a blessing. You continue to amaze me each day with all that you learn, do, say, and feel. Your independence makes me proud (though it might frustrate me at times) and your stubbornness reminds me of my own. Your shyness is endearing and your comedic timing is awesome!
This year you have moved mountains. You no longer stumble but run, you speak in sentences (fragmented as they are) instead of barely understood words. You recognize your friends and ask for them by name when you miss them or are thinking of them. You do the same with family (you call all your grandmas "mummum" and your grandpas "papa" Danielle is "dani" Sarah is "yaya" Nolan is "yoyin") and you are very clear as to whom you are speaking about if we don't get it right the first time. You have favorite things and preferences. While you still have chubby hands, wrists, and ankles you have thinned out and no longer have the body of a rolly polly baby but that of a fast paced moving toddler but you are still beautiful.
You are a loving son. You have started giving great big bear hugs and sweet little kisses. You ask for "ups" when you are feeling sad, tired, or disconnected. You amaze us everyday with your knowledge of the world around you.
This year, on your own, you mastered the letters of the alphabet. You know what each one looks like and you can say them no matter how they are presented to you. You also know your numbers though not as well. You are learning to sing the alphabet by looking at the cards hanging on your playroom wall. You also know your colors and have taken a strong preference to orange ("me wike arrange" you tell us). You have taken swim classes and music classes and you have regular play dates with your friends. You see your Jakan grandparents just about every week, your Papa Tom almost every month and you talk to your Trayner grandparents weekly via FaceTime. Your aunts adore you and call you often and visit when they can. Your godfather cherishes you and showers you with love and, even now, encourages you to be all you can.
Here is a list of your favorites as we perceive them:
Favorite Color: Orange
Favorite Song: Wheels on the Bus
Favorite Book: Little Blue Truck
Favorite Character: Mickey Mouse & Thomas the Train
Favorite Activity: playing trains
Favorite Person: Baby Colin
Favorite Food: French Toast & Sausage
Favorite Comfort Item: "Ella" your blanket & Mommy
We no longer nurse and it has been wonderful to snuggle with you hold you close without needing to worry about you wanting milk. In fact, you rarely ask anymore at all. You are able to talk about Colin's milk and while I wouldn't say you are jealous you sometimes tell him he's had enough and you try to push him off the breast a little bit. But you are easily reminded that he needs to drink milk and we often go and get you something to do, eat, or drink.
Speaking of Colin, a wrap up of your second year of life wouldn't be complete without talking about the amazing brother you have become. Some thought you were too little to understand what was going on inside Mommy's tummy but I just knew they were wrong. You had a strong connection to my pregnant stomach the entire time I was pregnant. You kissed it, hugged it, talked to it, read it stories, and were always careful around the big belly. You never exhibited any signs of jealousy and that did not change when Colin was born. You were the first to see him and it was love at first sight. You love him so dearly and while we struggle sometimes with how to safely love Colin I'm amazed at how tender you can be and how protective and proud of him you are. You have loved introducing him to your friends and you never let your friends hold him without you right there. His love for you is also very evident. He smiles for you and tracks your every move with his eyes. He stops crying when you laugh or bring him toys. I pray that the two of you continue to be as close as you are now as you grow.
Conor, Mommy and Daddy both are so thankful to have you in our lives and we are so proud of the little man you have become over the last year. But, no matter how much you grow you will always be our Baby!
Happy Second Birthday Conor Thomas.
xoxo
Mommy
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