Growing Up

I now have a 2 year old.  It's done.  It's final.  Complete.  The day has passed.  He's two.  Not one.  Two.  Fin.  The end.  Story's over.  Boom.  James is now two.  Yep, two.

Okay, okay!  I just can't believe my little baby James is two.  Forgive me if it takes awhile to settle in.  Just two years and 1 month ago, that little bump on my tummy was James:

And this was him just one month after that:

And here's the chubby honey just one year after that:

And here's James one week ago enjoying his birthday treat:

So, in the words of my father, I'd just like to say (in a part growl, part baby, part New York accent....those of you in my extended family will know exactly what voice I'm talking about) "What?!  Ya two?!  I told you ya not allowed ta gwow up!"

I love you JJ.  Happy birthday big boy.  And just so you know, you'll always be "Sweet Baby James" to me.