Connor turned two years-old today. He has come so far since that day two years ago when he was born withdrawing. You can't even look at him and tell that he spent the first three weeks of his life in the hospitial being weaned off heroin. And so far there are no lasting effects from that. We keep our fingers crossed that that remains true. Problems from that can peak out at any time until he is an adult.
So today we had cake and ice cream. He loved the cars on his cake. Two is so easy and simple. Everything impresses. He received jammies, a tv couch, a scooter, a bear, cars and a plane. He loved the plane. Audrie loved the plane. He loved the plane. Audrie loved the plane. He hid the plane. I still haven't found it.
He is absolutely amazing. He is funny. He is way too smart. He is rambunctious. He is spirited. He is busy. He is love. He is two and has been practicing that for a bit already (glad it's my last one).
Happy birthday Little Man.
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