Well he's two. I like two. I've decided that right now, two is my favourite. Newborn was cute, but EXHAUSTING, one was good, but unpredictable, but two, yes, two is great. Now I know we're only on day one of being TWO, but it's already better. At newborn there was just so little sleep. And so much crying (his and mine) and after that there was a new routine every couple of weeks, it changed so much. And then that hitting phase he went through, ugh, goodbye ONE, hello TWO. (Sorry, again to all the sweet babies and kids that Carter smacked around) So far TWO has him talking up a storm and laughing at everything he does or the kids do. We're having fun, and I've been saying this for 2 years now, but the novelty of Carter has not worn off... the big kids still beg to be the one to get him in the mornings, he still gets hugs and kisses all day long and EVERYTHING he does amuses them. Let's sit back and enjoy TWO (and not think about potty training and temper tantrums)
