Two Years

Two years ago today, I had just gotten out of a meeting and was sitting in my office. The phone rang. It was my wife, and she thought she was going into labor. I dutifully drove home, though I expected it was a false alarm. After all, it was her exact due date and everybody knows babies are never born exactly when the doctors predict they will be. In fact, read my post from that morning: Somebody is Gonna Be Late. Here’s my post from the next day: Spoke Too Soon.

Baby two came into the world much faster than baby one. I think she was only in labor a few hours. I don’t remember exactly. I do remember that she had to wait a while in the visitor’s lounge while they got a room ready for her. Once she got a bed I didn’t even get to spend those first few moments with her because I had to hang out with my daughter while we waited for my Mom to arrive (45 minute drive). Crazy times.

I think we all had head colds when Mr. T arrived in the world. Sleepless nights and illness. Great combination. I remember having a little cry when we got home from the hospital, fueled in part by lack of sleep, but also from an overwhelming feeling that things were changing. My wife and daughter were so close before this new guy arrived, and now that would be different, if only slightly.

The little guy has grown on me, obviously. He learned to talk a little later than his sister, but learned to walk sooner. He now knows his letters by sight, and can say most of them. He’s stringing words together more and more regularly. A favorite sentence of his lately is this: “Daddy’s home!”.

He loves trucks and cars and also the movie Cars. He loves doing what his sister is doing. He even loves Barbie and especially Barbie’s car. He loves pizza and fruit and juice, and touching me with his slimy hands. He’s a pretty cool little guy.

I think year three (counting from zero, right?) is gonna be a pretty interesting year for all of us. We’ll have to cross that potty bridge, and begin the “terrible two’s” journey. On the plus side, he’s going to settle even more into this whole sleep thing, I’m sure of it. Either way, it’s going to be an interesting ride. I can’t wait.

18 thoughts on “Two Years

  1. Paul – we love your recount of that day. We had more than head colds – we were ill – coughing our fool heads off. That was overshadowed but such a wonderful miracle of new life. He has never disappointed us so far. Thanks for sharing your memories with us.

  2. I love this post as it takes me back to the birth of my two sons. Mine are 4 and 5 and are such a handful that it makes me smile. Their energy and excitement about the world just amazes.

    I remember when they both were 2. It was truly the start of the fun as their personalities really began to emerge and blossom. Potty training, chasing them around the house and learning who the boss is, is an amazing experience. I cherish every year of my young sons lives and I’m sure you do the same πŸ™‚

  3. I loved the twos! πŸ™‚ Everything is still new and amazing, and they are old enough to express that wonderment.

    Congrats on making it through the most sleepless years. The rest is up from here. πŸ™‚

  4. I *seriously* cannot believe Mr. T is TWO YEARS OLD! I remember reading those posts and waiting for his arrival. Wow!

    Congratulations and happy birthday to your boy!

  5. Wait – TWO years? Congrats! I recall you saying you were expecting…

    Enjoy every moment… πŸ™‚

  6. Bizarre to think that we’ve been reading your weblog for longer than baby one’s been in the world. Time flies, I suppose!

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