This is Conor on his last night of being two.
It was kind of emotional for me, loving two as I do, and as bonded to my heart as Conor is. Two was a good, long year. On his last night being two, after his bath, and as he was dressed in his "Buggo Jammies" (named for one of his favorite games), I read him some stories, we said his prayer, and then I snuggled him in his bed.
"You know," I whispered to him, my face close to his, and as he ran his fingers around my face giving me tickles, "this is the last night that you are two. That means I have been your Mommy for three whole years, and you have been my baby for three whole years."
He stopped the tickles and placed both hands on my cheeks.
"Tomorrow you will be 3! But will you still be my baby forever?"
"I will," he said. "You make me a birthday cake?"
"I will," I answered. "With a dinosaur. Just for you."
"Just for me," he whispered in echo, and then snuggled into his blanket, thumb in mouth.
Yesterday we celebrated Conor's 3rd birthday. He was so grateful that everyone had come to his "party", meaning his Dad, his Mom, and all his siblings. "Thank you for coming to my party," he kept saying to each of us.
He sang along to himself on "Happy Birthday" and when it got to 'Conor', he sang 'Conor James', which was cute. And he spit the candles out perfectly.
And he got Batman toys, because he loves Batman. (I'm not sure why since he's had no real experience with Batman anything, but somewhere he heard the word, and a 'guy' was involved--he loves 'guys'--and it stuck. His Uncle Ethan would be proud.)
He's a happy little guy.
And now he's 3.
One never knows for sure, but it might be a very long time (grandchildren) before I get to see 2 again, and that's kind of sad for me. Probably almost as sad as saying goodbye to 3 for a season will be next year.
But until then, I'm lovin' every ounce of 3.