Two years ago we welcomed you into the world and gave you a name that would take months for your grandparents to say correctly.
Two years ago you slept for hours while I took pictures of you and didn’t make a peep.
I’m so thankful I have the photos to remind me because it doesn’t seem possible that such a quiet and peaceful baby could turn into such a spunky and hilariously loud toddler. You have been called a spitfire, a pistol, future class-clown and (sabrina’s favorite) a “naughty-new”. Not sure exactly what that means but it seems to suit you.
Right now you have an obsession with farms. Countless times a day you ask (demand) to ‘SEE FARM!!” This is fine when we are visiting family in Sussex county and it worked out well on vacation since we did pass many fields with animals but on a day-to-day basis this is one obsession I hope you grow out of soon as it’s difficult to produce farms for you in the middle of Ridgewood. Your other great love is The Wiggles and now everyone in the house has memorized the words to every song and we even all have our favorite wiggle (mine is Greg).
You are fearless and strong and fast and athletic and a danger seeker. We have no idea how you got a chip in your front tooth since you never cried whenever it happened. I see lots of grey hair in my future and my heart races whenever I take you to a playground. You think you are a 5 year old boy.
Behind all of this, there is such a sweetness about you- you give the best bear-hugs and wet kisses and high-fives. But my favorite thing is whenever we go somewhere without Sabrina you sit in your car seat and tell me you want to “see Sis-ser”
Happy birthday Thérèse!