He learned how to ride a tricycle. He started preschool. He nearly knocked out his two front teeth. And he refined his love of chocolate. Tomorrow he turns three.
He is a little ball of dare devil energy swirled around a sweet and gentle baby boy.
Whew, the so called "terrible twos" are over for us. You know, I say this as I cross my fingers and toes and knock on wood as I smile down the barrel of three.