Big Two

It happened on Sunday.

Our boy turned two.

In anticipation of the big day, Papa Ken and Grammy Nancy (Papa Ten and Ninny), taught him to "make two" which he does with two hands and a clear flush of pride.

He uses roughly a million words, makes them into complex sentences, sings nearly non-stop, and knows his favorite books by heart (making it a tad difficult to shorten things up when bedtime is over due :P  )

Currently we have been dubbed the "Dactyl" family.  Mommy dactyl, Daddy dactyl, and Nate dactyl.  We live in the cave under our dining room table and make squawking noises while Nate dactyl barks out directions.  "Mommy dactyl sit down on blue!  Daddy dactyl rest now!  Mommy dactyl read book! Nate dactyl go through tunnel!"

He loves dinosaurs and chocolate cake.

He says please and thank you and sorry (yorry mommy, yorry Nate bonk mommy head, Nate kiss mommy head) and excuse me.  He also says "Nate hear that" with a decidedly mischievous twinkle in his eye when he burps or has gas.

He loves to build with blocks, make music on ANYTHING, paint, draw, cut with scissors, and help mommy cook.

He's frankly amazing.  And yes, he's two.