I must have blinked. This wee baby turned two yesterday. We went to the zoo and had Zebra Cupcakes. He opened presents and played with new toys.
It's a bittersweet birthday. He's not a baby anymore (even though he prefers to be called “BabyMouse”). He's a busy, learning, going, running, drawing-on-the-walls toddler. He's picking up language and concepts with a rapidity that is astonishing – even after watching two other kids as toddlers.
My baby has vanished in this busy little boy and there aren't more babies coming. So it's bittersweet. He was such a beautiful, tiny little squidget of a baby.
And now he's two. Oh so very two.
Happy birthday, BabyMouse.