Sometimes I feel like I won the kid lottery. I know, I know. I shouldn't brag or I should knock on wood before my luck changes, but two is my favorite age so far. I say that with every age as Miles progresses so maybe Miles is just an awesome kid. He's sometimes stubborn and moody, but most often he's funny and cuddly. He has a mischievous giggle that alerts me when he is up to no good. Poor kid
always gives himself away. He has chubby feet that are somewhere between baby & boy. I love to hear those feet pattering down the hall and I love that he runs almost all the time just because he can. He has a sweet little button nose that crinkles when he does his exaggerated smile meant to help him get his way. He is polite (we don't teach him, he just is). He says please and thank you without prompts and he throws out random I love yous. Those are the best! He's very entertaining. Every single day he makes me laugh.
While the normal stubbornness and boundary testing that comes with two can be taxing I ultimately want Miles to be the kind of person that doesn't mind questioning authority and is comfortable sticking up for himself so I have to say, in that context I don't mind the occasional defiant act because it's part of that process. Plus, he's good 98% of the time.
Last night Casey was saying that he loved how no matter where you looked in our house you could tell that little guys lived there. It's true they have invaded all our space. There is no adult space. The kids have both bathrooms, all three bedrooms, the living room, etc. I think all we have left is the office which also houses the cat toilet. We both agreed that we like it that way. Because it kind of encompasses our all or nothing approach to parenting. We love being with our kids. We don't lament the fact that we hardly ever have real dates and the idea that kids suck all your money has never even occurred to us. We are a family now and we firmly believe when it comes to kids it's a 110% or nothing. What could be more important?