Better Late than Never (Also, Better Late than Early. Hint, hint, Baby HH)Posted: November 4, 2012
I’m supposed to do a photo recap post every year on Das Big Boy’s birthday. I’m two weeks late. Sorry!
At two, Das Big Boy is completely free of all medical equipment (G-Tube came out in early September). Good riddance! He speaks in sentences of up to six words, and loves to run, jump and climb. His favorite activities are reading, identifying letters, playing with his toy barn, and pretending to cook in his new kitchen (especially if one of his toys or dolls pretends to cook with him). He enjoys play-dough and painting, and every time he draws something, he tells you it’s the Huxtables (no, not the ones on TV, our Lady Lawyer/Man Doctor besties). He’s obsessed with owls. He’s cuddly and super-smiley and has the best laugh. I’ve never met anyone more ticklish. He still hates to eat and has a hard time with some food textures, but he enjoys pizza, and pretty much anything else with cheese–quesadilla, mac and cheese, heap of shredded cheese, string cheese. You get the idea. When he’s alone in his crib he sings songs to himself (Happy Birthday, The Alphabet, All the Little Ducks), and invents adorable conversations between his toys.
Every night when I left him in the NICU, after reading him Goodnight Moon (which he now has pretty much memorized), I told him, “I love you with my whole heart, and you’re my whole world.” It’s still true.