Two years and nine months ago I didn't use any form of birth control. And two years ago I had another mouth to feed.
The kid has a fantastic head of hair - there's no denying it.
I don't feel old or mature enough to have a two year old, but hey, I can roll with the punches. Now that I've been doing it for a while, being a mom is second nature. I understand that when he says "pwips", he wants chips. When he says "bye bye bee twuck," he's waving to the big trucks on the highway.
I try to treat him like a person, not like a baby. I don't know if it's right or wrong, I just really hate when adults do that baby talk voice, and I shan't partake in that bullshit. I talk to him like he's a person because he is a person. A two year old little person. Call it a difference in parenting style or whatever. (I feel like now I'm gonna get bombarded with "why you should talk to your kid with a baby voice" emails and comments. Save it - I'm not going to.)
I was in labor for 22 hours to bring this little boo into the world. It was painful and exhausting and it's a story for another time. Fast forward 2 years and a lot of life changes for both of us and we're a happy little fam.
I can't even remember what my life was like before him, or what I did with all of my free time. He's pretty crazeamaze though, so I guess I'll keep him around. Here's to celebrating lots more birthdays!