Happy Birthday Logan!

Dear Logan,

Don't blame me that this post is five days late. It has been a crazy week, baby! You have had a fever, we had house guests.... and here we are.

Saturday at 5:22pm you turned two-years-old. That is 24 months of life you have had! And wow, all your have accomplished in 24 months... You started as this tiny little peanut in an incubator, and here you are two-years-later an intelligent, kind, funny, healthy, and sweet little person.

You have taught me so much in the past two years; patience, survival, humility and overwhelming pride (oxymoron, I know, but I have no other way to express it), fear of the unknown, and the ability to feel happiness unlike I have ever known before. You are cautios of your world. You are concious of feelings of others, the space around you, you have a sense of humor, and a good one at that. You have taught me that a Mother's love is the most powerful force on Earth, and just looking in your eyes will help me believe that even on the darkest of days, everything will be ok because we have you.

I read a quote: Don't wait to make your son a great man - make him a great boy. ~Author Unknown. In my eyes, Logan, you are a great boy. You learn new things everyday. You really listen, and you love to do new things. You appreciate standing next to a tree and feeling the roughness of the bark, and listening to the swishing of the leaves. You will spend hours in the kitchen with me measuring ingredients, stirring batter, and baking cookies. You love books. You love Mickey Mouse. You love talking, and will string 5-6 words to make a sentence and that, my amazing kid, is awesome. You are "all boy" as they say. You love trucks, and trains, and animals. Yet, you love cooking, swaddling your baby, and hugging your mom. You don't like to be dirty, you love a clean napkin, and you like to clean up your toys. You usually only work on one or two things at a time, so the house is not usually a mess of toys. You like to stand in the bathtub, and you will try to convince us to let you sleep in our bed each night. You will say "mommy daddy bed?". When he say no, you reply "ohhhh...". Hey, at least you are persistent. You have a passionate temper, like your mama ;), and you are dramatic... like your mama. You can throw a ball, and learning to catch pretty well. You are afraid of Elmo. You can sing your ABC's, and get especially excited at the end to sing "Meeeee!!!" at the end of "Next time won't you sing.... with.... MEEE!!" and put your arms out to your side with a smile on your face. You can count to ten in English, Spanish and French, even though you sometimes boycott saying Ten, Dias, or Dix... for reasons unknown. You are terrified of your "potty" excpet before bathtime. Daddy does bathtime in this house. It works for you two. It is your thing. You sit with your hands and fingers linked and sitting in your lap when you are watching TV, waiting patiently, or listening intently.

You give the best smooches ever. You love to snuggle, and ask to do so every night.

You love people "to the moon and back", and will announce this fact often. You love babies - especially Baby Jack. You will be a wonderful big brother someday.

You had a great time on your birthday! You woke up on the morning of your birthday and ate a kiwi, Kashi crackers, and a cereal bar. That is what you requested! You had some milk and opened a few gifts. After an early nap we went to your "Monkey" party at the GymNest with a bunch of your buddies! After a while of warming up, you had a great time! You received some wonderful gifts from your friends, loved your monkey cupcakes, and ended the night at home polishing off two huge pieces of veggie pizza.

Now you are two. On to another year full of surprises!

I love you, Logan!

Love, Mom