Wild Man Turns 2

Two years ago this morning, I was not sleeping (history repeats itself?), giddy with the knowledge that in a few hours I would meet Conner (Tim nixed my hippy names, River Lee??? And together we vetoed Rylee's Radar O'Reily Lee, only a Mitchell child?!?) Thomas. Thomas after my grandfather & significant for his god father (whom he's yet to meet, ahem, Tom!).

Well all went as planned and when doc pulled little man out, Tim yelped (not sure how else to describe it, but joyous nonetheless) and I cried, and the cutest little holy terror who ever graced God's green Earth was born.

Conner came into this world with an understanding that we would cater to his every whim and thus began the taming of Mom & Dad. He demanded to sleep in the middle and we caved (a battle I've yet to win... but can it be losing to snuggle with such a great little guy?!?).

If Rylee was our gorgeous child (hey, she'll get her own rant on her birthday), Conner was our happy baby. Always smiling, strangers would stop us to comment on just how content he was... of course, he'd tamed us. Life couldn't be better.

He walked at 9 months, ran at 9 and a half, climbed the bunk beds at 10, and proceeded to tear the house upside down. His crooked smile & care bear voice save him from a world of punishment. He's the last. He's spoiled rotten. He loves to torment his sister.... He's our little man.

Conner loves play doh, Thomas the Train, anything cars, and his love of tractors borders on obsession. He will no longer leave the house without his hair being spiked and he is pretty good at his colors and shapes (depending on his fickle mood).

He has an mathmatical mind and disects EVERYTHING! He marvels at cause and effect (and the house continues to remain a shambles = effect), but has a compassion and loving manner that continues to amaze me.

This is my little two year old man and I could not be more proud or grateful. HAPPY BIRTHDAY CONNER!!!