Today Kyle turned 2, officially ending the baby years. He still isn’t talking but it feels like he is on the verge of it. When we were contemplating our second child we never dreamed it would go the way it did – extremely difficult pregnancy, and then even worse, finding out he was going to need neurosurgery at 4 months old. So a little late talking I can handle.
As much as I’m looking forward to all the great stuff to come as we enter the preschool years, I’m going to miss the cute little guy who just wants to snuggle on my shoulder all day. Hopefully he’ll still have hugs for mama even when he’s fully grown!