Tuesday, May 01, 2012

Happiest 2 year old on the block

Two years ago tonight I went to bed pregnant, 16 days overdue and not in labor. About seven hours later, I was holding this guy.



I like to remember the days that we first met each of them, the days that we marveled at how much they just looked like the name we'd chosen months earlier, the days I spent inhaling the intoxicating scent of their newborn heads.

It helps to remember them as babies when they're in the throes of toddlerhood. On those days when they hurl themselves about like drunken billy goats and shriek like hyenas, I can remember how sweet it was to read a book with a two-day old asleep on my chest. 

He was our surprise baby; from getting pregnant with him to his gender to his size. Fiona was 6 months old when I got pregnant with Owen, who we didn't know would be an Owen. He was three full pounds larger than his older brother was at birth. Even now, he's enormous. People frequently ask me if my kids are triplets.  

Two years later, he's a happy, animated, very large kid.


And dirty. Constantly dirty.

Owen has a sense of humor at the tender age of two. A few nights ago, he was looking for his shoes. He put a basket over his head and said, "Not in here." His current hobbies include pushing around cars and his siblings as well as running full speed into walls, people and the dog. Essentially, he enjoys tackling us whenever he can.

And I'm happy to report that he is finally sleeping through the night, though he's not quite done nursing. In fact, yesterday he punched me in the chin when I refused to nurse him. This is going to be interesting.

Happy birthday, Owen!!

2 comments:

Joni said...

I love your writing and animation, Josee. I try to relish every moment with my last three because I blinked and my son is now 19. I don't know where the time went. When we are kids, we spend our time dreaming of being a grown-up. When we grow-up, we count each milestone almost chagrined. Being a child feels like forever and being grown feels like a day. Hold all your kids, smell them, revel in their aggravations and tantrums because one day- we will miss the sound of little people. Hopefully, we will be proud grandparents by then. :-) Great post and happy birthday to Owen.

Josee said...

thanks! i enjoy writing and they are such inspiring subjects! as crazy as it right now with three under the age of 5, i know i will miss it. i love cuddling with them, when they slow down enough to let me!