A couple of weeks ago, Rory turned two. He paraded around his party guests shouting “I’m two! I’m two!”, sang gleefully along to his own Happy Birthday song, and although he’s had no practice, knew exactly what to do when his cake was placed in front of him.
His big brother tears through the length of the house from the bathroom to the living room on his scooter shouting “SUPER FAAAAST!” So, when Rory opened his main birthday present from us, he said “Ah, it’s a super fast!”
I love this age. Everything they say sounds so sweet, with mispronunciations aplenty. Everything they do is done with a comical innocence or lack of co-ordination. Sometimes both of these things at once.
LAST YEAR / Rory turns one