I got lucky with both of my sons, they are beautiful and lovely and full of vim and vigor. Today my youngest son, Quinlan, turns two.
Quinlan, you are your own person. You have the best smile in the world and you know how to use it. You make my heart melt when you look at me with your beautiful blue eyes and say “Pease Mommy.” You make me proud when you say “tak you” to other people and they are shocked at my polite little guy. Not that you are always polite when you go after what you want. I still have to worry about when you decide you want to nurse and pull my shirt up no matter who may be around.
Your Daddy and I are always surprised at how different you are from your brother, especially when it comes to jumping. You can jump so well I think that you may be a ukrainian dancer in disguise. You try so hard to keep up with everything that Aidan does and you get frustrated when you can’t, not that it stops you for long. You run and jump and climb anything and sometimes it scares Mommy how much you try to do. Please don’t try the fire pole just yet, I am not sure Mommy’s heart can take it. You are also not afraid to be far away from Mommy and Daddy and you are a very fast runner. This is not a good combination, as neither Mommy or Daddy are the fastest of runners, though we are getting faster.
You are already so interested in drawing and your Daddy and I are interested to know whether you will eventually choose your right or your left hand. You use both with ease and you drawings, at least those on paper and not the furniture, are beautiful to me. They are so colourful and cheery. I think I may need to get you some finger paint soon. You also love to dance and you have the greatest little hand movements that go with the bouncing hip wiggle. I think it is the cutest thing ever, especially when you try to copy the dances on the Backyardigans or So You Think You Can Dance. You also get great pleasure out of playing with our piano. You love music and have the best smile on your face when you play with any musical instrument. I think I have another arts baby on my hands.
There are still a few things we would like you to grow out of, like your tendency to want to be up before the birds. Though in your defence, at least you are not getting up several times a night anymore and BOTH of your parents are eternally grateful. The screaming for attention has got to stop however. You still have a scream that is doing permanent damage to my eardrums. I know that this to shall pass, but sooner than later would be good.
Right from the get go Quinlan, you have been a force to be reckoned with. You do things how and when you want to, and stubborn is a word that describes you well. You are a beautiful boy and you melt many a heart with your smile. Your Daddy and I love you to bits and your brother does too. Today we dance because today is the day we got to add you to our family.
I love you Q!
Such a beautiful letter to such a beautiful boy. Made me cry a little. Miss you so, so much.
Happy Birthday to Quinlan! He is indeed a very cute, sweet, little guy.
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How lovely. I need to do that. *sniff*
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