My big boy is 2!

He's not a little caterpillar anymore. He demands to choose his own pajamas. "I dee yit!" (I did it!) is his favorite phrase. He puts his rain boots on all by himself, sometimes even on the correct feet. He hugs his friends and says bye-bye to the cashier every time we check out. The other day he said, "Biss, Mama," and kissed me right on the mouth. He loves dump trucks ("a bump bump") and Thomas the Tank ("whoo whoo"). He's got fears and knows when things are funny.

Nine years ago (or in another life, it seems) I went to India as part of my semester abroad. Someone told us that it is a country of extremes: the colors bold, the food so spicy, the desserts almost sickeningly sweet, the Taj Mahal gorgeous and serene, but the river you cross to get to it smells like an open sewer. I think having a two year-old is much the same. There have definitely been some frustrations lately (see: locked in bathroom) and wonderful moments, too ("biss").

Today we had mostly wonderful moments. I'm glad my sweet boy got to have a fun and happy birthday. I intend to write a post soon with pictures and details about his dump truck party. Happy Birthday Henry!