I am officially an older mother now because the time has gone so fast. A few months ago, Facebook showed me a memory of William's baby shower, and I caught my breath when I realized that it was two years old. I really thought for just a few seconds that he had been born only a few months ago.
Although not as conversational as his older sister Sophia was at two, he's pretty verbal for a Sherwood. I find him to be quite clever with his limited vocabulary; although he might not know the word for a particular thing or action he wants, he works very hard to make sure he gets his point across. When he wants someone to turn on the faucet to enjoy the perennial two year-old classic of playing with the water, he requests, "Please, open it," in his chirpy little voice. Cinnamon rolls are requested with, "Please, have it, cakes," and if he can't get you to understand what he want, he simply grabs your hand with a grunted, "Come on!" and takes you to whatever he needs help with.
We kept William's birthday celebrations pretty low-key because he's two years old. I took the five other children ice skating for a church activity yesterday and William got to spend his birthday home with his father. We did eat pizza, however, while watching Mary Poppins and he does enjoy his pizza. He got to drink as much as soda as he wanted because, birthdays.
We're very happy to have William in our family and I'm happy to have a two-year old again as that age is my most favorite of the younger ages. Happy birthday, William!