Sugar

Oh, little Sijmon. Did you know you are two years old today? Two years makes you seem awful old, but I know you're still quite small. Sijmon, you are as sweet as sugar and I'm sure glad you requested a sugary sweet black forest cake for your birthday. You're not really that verbal yet, but when I look in my baby's eyes, I can read his heart. I won't let you down.

Here is a short list of what I love about you most at two years old:
You cannot resist dancing to music. If any sound remotely resembles a beat, your head starts bobbing.
You give an enthusiastic "yeah" to most any question (again with the head bobbing).
Upon waking up in the morning and just before bed you smile and ask for "chee chee chee" (cheese).
You giggle the cutest giggle there ever was.
You love to clean up any mess that you make, put your things (and other's) away without being asked and always pick up any trash that you see, show it to us and proclaim "guck guck."
You love garlic and onions. Raw. You steal them from their crocks in the closet and off the counter tops when you can reach. You'll carry a head of garlic or whole onion around gnawing on it for hours.
You love all animals, but especially "chick chick" (chickens), dogs and mowww (cows).
You bring daddy his slippers when he comes home from work.
When I give you a hug, you hug back.
Then if I pat your back, you pat mine too.

Today, I think we'll have cake for breakfast.
Happy Birthday Sweet Baby. We love you so much.
Thank you for giving us reason to celebrate every day.