Technically, it has been two years since he was born.
But in reality, how has he gone from this:
I feel like I snapped and my baby suddenly turned into a walking, talking, personality-filled little boy.
Two reasons I adore Nash:
1. His vocabulary has taken off and every day seems to grow exponentially. I love how he still says his "s's" like "th's." Like, "yeth," and "thtuck," and my very favorite, "Mommy, thnuggle me."
2. Oh how can I fit it all in two? I love the way he always appears about 10 seconds after Blake. I love how he lets me tuck him in at night. I love how when I go in his room later to check on him, he is never underneath his blankets; he is sleeping on top of a carefully clumped together ball of fluff. I love how he points his finger at me and exclaims "a NAP!" every day around 1pm. I love how he only likes books that are interactive. I love his giggle. I love the way he runs with his arms flailing all over the place. I love when he gets into my bathroom drawer and drapes every single headband around his neck. I love that he is always happy.
I love Nash.