Save Jace

Today he is 2.  And he knows it.  And its the cutest thing ever. “Jace, how old are you?” “I TWOOOOOOO!”  It sounds more like ACHOOO…but you know. 

This morning I sang Happy Birthday to him about 5 times before I had to leave for work.  I even had him say hap-py birth-day to himself.  He liked it.  He kept saying Again. Again.  Now I don’t know if he liked my morning singing or the fact that I touched his belly every sylable and then his chin and nose on the last two.   But either way…his smile this morning was my light of the day.

I can’t believe he is 2.  It seems like only yesterday when I was anticipating his birth.  I can remember details, oddly.  Since I dont usually remember details at all.  I remember that every 6 months was my favorite age.  And again this is my favorite age. I remember laying in bed with him and cooing to his sounds.  I remember when he learned to crawl across the living room floor.  I used the toy piano and he couldnt resist.  I remember when he learned to walk to his mailbox.  I think it was the butterfly that buzzed instead of my words, but I can dream.  I remember his first words and everytime he learned and learns a new one.  I love how he says things randomly now and they make absolutely perfect sense.

I love how he knows things.  I love that we taught him everything he knows.

I love how he randomly says i love you momma but it sounds like LUH U MOMMA. Out of no where.  And when he can’t see me…MOMMA ARE U? in five different pitches.  I love his hair, as thin as it is now. 

I love his eyes - alive and curious.  And looking at everything.  And soaking it all up.  My little sponge.

I love his hugs.  He has two kinds.  Give momma a hug and he leans his head in and puts it on my shoulder.  Give momma a squeeze and he wraps both arms around my neck and squeezes so tight that you can barely feel it, but to me it feels like the world.

Today he is 2.  And it doesnt even seem like it.  I want to wrap him up in a blanket and hold him close to me, though that doesnt work anymore becuz he is so long.  I want to guard him from the world but at the same time I am sooo anxious to see it again through his eyes.  When he stands in the backyward and notices every single bird that flies overhead and he talks to them…tweet tweet tweet.  And every airplane and every siren and every dog bark has its own place in the world and Jace notices them.  And at night, every star is so exciting. “Momma tar (star)” followed by “Up above the world so high.” but sounds more like “up abuba ba ba ba bigh” 

I love 2.  Excited for lollipops and putting his shoes on, brushing his teeth and taking a bath.  Sidewalk Chalk writing and blowing bubbles is the highlight of our Saturday. And he still needs me to be at the bottom of the slide. Naked butts and fake cries. All wonderful occassions.

Happy Birthday Jace.  I Love you!
Mommy

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