Matthew turned two on Sunday. Can you believe this sweet little baby is now a curly-haired, chatty toddler? He brings our household so much joy, and to quote my friend Tess, “ He’s like Christmas morning every day!” Unfortunately, this particular version of Christmas still starts around 4 a.m. each morning (every. dang. day.), but it’s pretty hard not to be charmed by his early morning antics, which include making pancakes with Dad, doling out treats to the dog, and watching the first 20 minutes of Shrek on repeat.
We love having him around and despite the behaviours that prove he is indeed a two-year-old, I simply can’t imagine my days without him. It makes me miss the toddler versions of Ben and Jackson fiercely, and I am profoundly aware of how very short these years are as I sit with a diaper-clad son on one side of me, and a University-bound one on the other.