My baby is growing up! TWO! A full-fledged walking, talking, car and truck loving toddler. Is he still a toddler? When do children go from toddler to kid? I should look into this... According to the internet, children ages 1-3 are toddlers, so we have a year left of toddler-hood. Anyhoo, I posted a picture of Roman running to his birthday present, and my friend Melissa said, "He looks sooo big!" And he really does. He looks like a giant. It may be that I am now comparing him to Liv, but even around other similarly aged children Roman seems big. The other day a lady asked me if he was three, and when I told her that he wasn't two just yet she looked at me in disbelief. I know, lady. I know.
We have been celebrating this birthday in chunks. Celebrations started with our friends on Thanksgiving. We figured that we were all together, so we might as well do presents and all that before dinner. Marc and I were so excited about giving him his present that we almost couldn't wait until Thanksgiving. We got Roman his very first power wheel, and he loves it! We were a little worried that it would be overwhelming for him, because sometimes when we see those little quarter rides that move he will only sit in them so long as they are not moving, but he did a great job driving it around. It was funny because we figured that that would be the best gift ever, but we were totally outdone by Uncle Beau, who got Roman this fire truck that makes sparks (safely contained within the truck) when you pull a lever to make the siren sound. Roman thought that that was awesome. You win this birthday, Uncle Beau. Romey also got a super cool hoodie that has a mow-hawk on it, this fun bus that plays music and teaches the alphabet (which Roman played with non-stop today... I mean, it's cool because it's educational, but really I can only hear, "S. S goes ssss as in saw," so many times in a day), and a super sweet playskool golf set. The boy is totally spoiled.
For his actual birthday, I am going to take him over to Pottery Barn Kids because he has a birthday coupon to use there, and we'll probably stop off for some frozen yogurt. This place blends fresh fruit right there with the yogurt and then they have all these fresh fruit toppings; it's really yummy, and I feel slightly better about that treat than most others. After naps, Marc is going to come home early, and we're going to go ride the train at the mall, which Roman asks to ride every time we're there but we can't because I have Livie and the stroller and stuff, so it never happens. But for his birthday we will take him for multiple rides if he wants. And this train is pretty large and goes through the entire first floor of the mall, so Rome should be pretty happy that he finally gets to go for a ride. Then we will be off to get our pictures taken with Santa and then off to pizza. Which reminds me that I will have to stop off at our cupcake place before we get too busy. It should be a great day.
Our big boy, two-year-old Roman: knows all the colors of the rainbow (plus black, white, brown, and pink); understands concepts such as "big vs. small" and "dark vs. light"; loves to say, "Ready... GO!"; responds with, "Yep," whenever I tell him that I love him; calls himself "Roggy" (Rah-gee), so Roggy's car or Roggy do it; says, "hi," to all things (hi car, hi tree, hi flower, etc.); says, "green light, go!" at all the stoplights; can identify "daddy cars" (BMWs) by their badges; has learned how to make the "muah" sound when giving a kiss, so he goes around kissing everything that he likes (the dogs, the honey bear, his cars, whatever); says, "no mama," whenever there is something he does not like or does not want to do, regardless of whether or not he is talking to me; is starting to speak in sentences, and it's adorable to watch him trying to figure out how to put the words together; picks things up and then tells us that they're heavy; hates having water on his face; is in love with Raffe, his bedtime giraffe companion; is very good about saying "thank you"; always asks for hugs when he's upset; can use a wrench (sometimes correctly, other times as a hammer); is obsessed with this ridiculous truck show that inexplicably has a genie who is also a truck driver as the star... it's horrible; still rides his tricycle by sitting on the back step and pushing with his feet; still refuses to go to bed without his ba-bas (pacifiers); draws circles and proudly yells, "Os!"; is very sweet to his sister and makes sure that she has her ba-ba or her Sophie or her blanket when they fall. What can I say, she is going to be a lucky girl to have such an awesome big brother.
Handsome-pants, I cannot believe that you are already two. I love you to pieces, and I cannot wait to see what this next year has in store for you. I am so proud of you because you are so sweet and smart and funny. You're just the best. Happy Birthday, lovie.
