Tuesday Twosday

Today is John's last day of being a two year-old.
He is the sweetest, cutest, huggiest, rowdiest, most coordinated little guy.

Just now I took some shots of this momentous last.

Playing with trains

Blurry, but showing his crazy laugh crystal-clear

Mommy can't take my picture if I can't see her

Memories of these John-days:

He calls Bethanie "Meffie" (his version of Bethie).

Two days ago, he turned his pillow around in his crib so it was on the same end as Joe's. He wanted to be like big brother. He's in no rush to move to the bunkbed, though. Wondering when...

He calls vehicles with a siren "Reer-reer cars" (his imitation of the siren noise).

"John, what are you going to be when you grow up?"
"Three!"
"A grown-up."
"Police." (This is interchangeable with firefighter and rocket ship driver. He wants to drive the fire truck along with Cayna and Bethanie.)

At Trader Joe's the other day, they featured coffee at the sample stand. He looked up at me inquisitively and asked, "Is coffee for little guys?"

John loves to swim, play ball of any kind, ride his scooter, shoot rockets, jump on the trampoline, drink juice, wake up in the morning, and hug and kiss.