Bubba J Man, you are TWO years old! My how the time flies! God has gifted me the most awesome son with an incredible personality. Jake, I can't begin to tell you how loved you are. Not only do Mommy and Daddy love you to the moon and back, but now you have these two little sisters that already adore every move you make. Not to mention all of your aunties, uncles, cousins, grandmas and grandpas that just can't get enough of you! You are such a special person to each and every one of us...isn't it nice to know you are loved by so many?
My sweet son, you are ALL boy. Do you know what your favorite thing to do is right now? Tackle people. Do you know what your favorite thing to watch is right now? Football. This is all self-taught; we just sit back watching and laughing. You *work out* hard running back and forth across the room, doing your sprints, diving on balls in a fumble recovery sort of move. I wish I could go into your mind, because I KNOW you think you are in a real football game with six seconds left in a fourth down on the opponent's 10 yard line. ;)
You don't walk anywhere, Jake, you run. I don't want to think of the day when the pitter-patter of your little feet running down the hallway from the living room to your bedroom gets replaced by a heavier clunk-clunk of a teenager's stride. May you always have the desire to run with such eagerness to where you want to go in life.
You used to love baths. LOVE them. Then you decided you didn't like them anymore, because that smart mind of yours realized that bath time means bedtime. Now, you love your bath again. You could spend hours in there if we'd let you, practicing your swimming and blowing bubbles in the water. You "swim with the fishies" and love when I hold a cup of water way up high and let it pour down onto you.
Recently you have decided to start talking--a little bit--and I just can't get enough! The way you say "ice" and "rice" with that little lisp is just too precious. You have also said "down" and "this" a few times. Our official names you call us are now "Mom" and "Dad." (Actually, it's more like, "Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom" as you walk around the house, following me around) I have to admit, it tugs at my heart a little that you don't call me Mommy or Mama. But your "I'm stuck!" kisses make up for it. :)
Mister Man, you love hats. Specifically, hats that are a *little* too big for you. Whether it's Matt's baseball hat, a fedora, your Laker beanie in 90 degree weather...it's almost guaranteed you'll have a hat on.
Our little family is complete with you in it. You have learned (and are still learning) what it means to be a big brother to your sisters. You spontaneously run over to your sisters, giving them five, six, seven kisses in a row, almost like you can't contain how much you love them! It was a sweet moment the other day seeing you on put your head down on the ottoman next to Ava, patting her stomach as she smiled and cooed at you. When you threw a ball the other day and it
accidentally hit Chloe, I could tell you felt bad. You looked at me with BIG eyes and I could sense you were remorseful. You are learning to not only be gentle with your tiny sisters, but also careful around them. Being a big brother is a big responsibility, but we know you'll handle it very well. As for your furry brother, Brody is probably your favorite *person* in the whole world. The two of you roam around in the backyard together getting into mischief. Many of your toys and hats are chewed up...why? Because you
give the object to Brody, only so that you can chase him around to try to get it back. No matter how many belts to the head that dog takes from you, when you lean your head near his, he always covers you with a wet layer of Brody kisses. True love.
My sweet son, you are two years old. Thank you for being the blessing you are, and thank you for being my son. Love you to the moon and back.