It's becoming blatantly obvious that my son is, in fact, a boy. Within the last 4 days I've heard Cooper celebrate getting muddy. He's also told his daddy that he can "drive faster" and asked, "Where's my rocket?" He loves dinosaurs, trucks, cars, trains. He loves to growl and grunt and spit. He makes "boy noises" and laughs a crazy boy laugh.
He's also a snuggle bug who loves his mommy and daddy. After we sang our "Night-night song" tonight, I carried him to his room. He was lying in my arms as we walked through the house and I kept saying things like, "what a sweet baby." We rocked in his chair for a few minutes and said goodnight prayers. Then he said something that will forever hurt my heart. "Baby time is over." Oh. My. Goodness. Baby time is over!!!
I'm heartbroken! He still sucks his thumb and loves his silky lovies and wears diapers. But he's not a baby anymore. Whoever said that 2 is terrible obviously never met my son. He is FANTASTIC!
And he can also do a 24 piece puzzle all by himself. Just sayin'.
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