No longer can I call myself the mother of "two under 2" — my sweet little big boy has turned the corner. (We celebrated Saturday, but today is his actual birthday.)
He loves anything on wheels — planes, trains, automobiles — and anything that resembles a saw, screwdriver or weed-whacker. He got a toy chainsaw for his birthday this morning (thanks, Aunt Sue!), and he hasn't put it down all day. He even napped with it this afternoon, and as I write, it is lying next to him as he sleeps. How ironic that Steve used to joke, before he was born, that we would name him Chainsaw.
Here he is with a 4-year-old neighbor pal down the street, who also happens to be into tools.
Happy birthday, our precious little boy. You light up my life!