Aedan Turns Two

Note: I actually wrote this post over 2 months ago. But with some expected news around Aedan's birthday the months of October and November has been a whirlwind. :)

I don’t know how this happened, but it happened. My little baby turned 2 years old. No joke—babies grow up way too fast. It feels like it was just a few months ago we brought him home from the hospital, and if I can think about it hard enough I can still feel the pain of pushing him out of me. Which I must admit was the worst pain in the entire world, but it was the most incredible moment of my entire life. I don’t regret for one second doing it naturally and feeling every inch of the stinging pain it took to bring him into this world. He is worth every bit of it.

And I can certainly remember the moment I saw him for the first time and cried out, “My baby! Give me my baby!” It felt like eternity as I waited for the doctor to give him a good wipe and have Mitchell cut the cord (which really was probably only 20 seconds), but I couldn’t wait another second to get him into my arms. And once I had him our incredible love story begun.

Yes, Mitchell, Aedan and I are the 3 amigos—us three have an amazing bond. But I may never fully understand the special relationship that Mitchell has with his son. It’s precious, special, priceless, and just between them. The same goes for Aedan and I. Only a mamma and son know the love we share for each other. And with each new milestone—first smile, first giggle, first step, first word, first birthday and every birthday after—he grows a little more away from me and breaks my heart a little more each step of the way.

I don’t think I can say it any better than this mommy blogger.

“But here’s the thing: once you become a parent . . . once you start feeling a little funny and you buy a pregnancy test . . . once you see a pink plus sign . . . once you know it’s not just you anymore . . . well, you automatically carry around, for the rest of your life, an increased likelihood of having your heart broken. And it’s a constant fear we struggle to put to rest.”  ~Kelle Hampton, Bloom

Ain’t that the truth! I’ve had the time of my life watching him grow into a two year old—a little sad too.

But now here we are. Aedan a 2 year old, Mitchell and I will be 30 next month (I am now 30 as I publish this post) and we each are excited to watch our family grow with more babies to come. (Stay tuned for my next post ;))

Here is our baby boy at 2 years old:
Favorite toy at the park: slides (swing comes in at a close 2nd)
Favorite foods: anything chocolate, chicken nuggets, Daddy’s cereal (Frosted Mini Wheats)
Favorite movie: Despicable Me
Favorite TV show:  Yo Gabba Gabba
Favorite cartoon: Sponge Bob
Favorite toy: all of them!
Can count to 14, sings the ABC song, loves to color and draw, loves to dance and play the drums and guitar, nurses 2-3 times a day, loves his blankie, loves to read books before bedtime, prays to Jesus, love to give Zylah kisses, loves to play with his best bud Luke, loves to jump in mud puddles...

And he especially loves Disneyland. Here is a video of our 3 days at the Magic Kingdom. (Note to self: Take more pictures! You can never have too many pictures. But it sucks when you don't have enough.)