Time flies... really.. it does

Dear Napmom...

It has been another year.  Your baby Bro is offically 2 years old! 

As you look forward to all of the great fun you have ahead of you... I don't want you to forget...

that back in January (just one extremely short year ago) he started daycare... and he was still a crawler.

In February he was still being held every morning while he drank his bottle.  He was not yet screaming "I WANT JUICE MOM!" like he does now.

In March he was a wobbly little fella who was just figuring out the joys of pushing his mail cart.

In April his sister invited him into her room to play dress-up.

In May he discovered all the joys of a strawberry patch.

In June he took a ride in a "boat" and now every single time he wedges himself into any small space he says, "I'm in a boat mom."

In July he played at the beach for the first time ever.  He can't wait to go back.  How do I know?  Because he very excitedly says, "Beach... beach mom" whenever he sees sand.

In August he demonstrated his signature "Brody do it" attitude while eating crepes in Annapolis.

In September he enjoyed the lemonade that his sister left behind when she went to play with her friends.

In October he helped mommy carry the pumpkins from the pumpkin patch... always mommy's helper.

In November Napmom didn't blog very much because we were moving... but Bro rode on his first real steam-engine train and here are the pictures to prove it.

We traveled quite awhile to get to the train and he was filled with glee... 

but he started to get a bit worried when he actually saw the huge, steaming train coming down the track.

See the worried look on his face?

I asked him, "Bro, do you want to ride the train?"  His immediate response was, "No."  

We boarded the train anyways... and a good time was had by all.

In December Bro snuck into Lulu's room to relax in her chair while chatting on the phone.  Shhhhh... don't tell on him.

Yes Napmom... it was truly a marvelous and spectacular year, wasn't it?  I know what you are doing right now.  You are crying... again... and thinking "I can't send him to college."  {{sniffle, sniffle}}  Rest assured he will be a teenager one day... and those years will give you all of the strength that you need to let this little birdie fly from your nest.  For now, keep taking pictures and video of these moments because they will fly by like a rocket ship.

Sincerely,
Yourself