*Lawson turned two on September 21, but in true second child fashion this post is two months late. Sorry, pal. We do love you a whole lot even though you'll probably hold this kind of thing over my head when you're grown.
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Lawson, at TWO years old, you…
- are crazy! Holy cow. Just total high energy, strong will, wide open BOY.
- have no fear. You LOVE to do cannonballs into the pool and hang from anything you can grab onto and jump.off.everything.
- consequently, you are always injured. You are sporting a lovely black eye as we speak.
- are such a little blondie. I know it will get dark again this winter, and that will make me sad because you are such a pretty little toe head.
- love your brother more than anything or anyone. You are his total copycat, and you absolutely have to be where he is, doing what he is doing at all times.
- have very temporary separation anxiety when we leave you places. Even at our own house with babysitters you know and love, you typically cry when we leave but recover quickly.
- go to Tuesday School at Red Bank Church of Christ (with Crawford). Your teachers are the same sweet ones Crawford had last year (Miss Brandy and Miss Amanda), and you really do love it even though you fight it every week.
- eat a great variety of foods, but you absolutely cannot sit still long enough for a whole meal. Your favorites are cheese, “blue nack” (blue snack… which just means snack) and whatever Dad or I are eating.
- finally have a burgeoning vocabulary. And a hilarious little voice.
- are turned around in the car seat, which helps traveling a tad. You still love your paci, but we’ve weaned you to having it just in the crib. Crawford helps coach you in the car when you want it by reminding you that “you’re a big boy now! your car seat is turned around! you get bb ayeee at nap time.”
- don’t care much about tv. You think you want to watch shows (Octonauts, Daniel Tiger), but you rarely sit for even half of a 20 minute episode.
- can count to ten (successfully) and twenty (not to well), sing your ABCs and know the words to sing along to “Praise God” (the Doxology, which we sing at bedtime). You can identify a handful of letters and numbers.
- are charming. You make friends easily with strangers because you’re so dang cute and endearing.
- love to snuggle, but not for long.
- think baby Eve is in your belly and my belly. Generally I’m not sure what you understand about having a baby sister, but it’s safe to say I’m nervous for her safety with you around.
- are VERY possessive of your mommy. Even if Crawford is in my lap, sometimes you pitch a fit and say “MY mommy!” It usually is a problem for me to hold other people’s kids… so yeah, we have our work cut out when Eve arrives.
- have big emotions. TONS of joy and HUGE temper tantrums.
- are very obsessed with basketball. And Ezekiel. You say "EZ big baskets" one thousand times a day and never fail to include it in your bedtime prayer list of thank yous. Like your brother at this age, you drag the basketball hoop all over the upstairs and shoot from every perch you can find. Though, you especially like to do "trick shots" and shoot while jumping off things.
You are JOY. It is so much fun to watch you grow and change and develop. I’ve wanted to keep you as a baby as long as possible because I didn’t know what the Lord had in store for the future of our family. Your second year has been a tumultuous one with our miscarriage and now pregnancy with Eve, and I’m so grateful that you seem unfazed. You are resilient and determined and BRAVE. I learn so much from you every day because you are so different than me.
