I can’t believe that my little Cooper is two years old. It seems like just yesterday I was pregnant – having back spasms, not sleeping, eating everything in sight (especially dark chocolate, garlic hummus, McDonalds hamburgers and sour dough rolls) begging for the day the little monster would arrive! Then before after hours and hours of back labor, checking into a hospital that had been open for less than 24 hours and an emergency c-section – he was here! All 8 pound 13 ounces of him. It’s so increibly hard to believe that my funny, sweet, caring, lovable little boy is TWO YEARS OLD! I never ever thought I’d have a little boy I’d be chasing around the house. Nor could I imagine I’d have a boy who yells BUUGGSS at every little thing that crawls by. Or that I’d be scraping dirt out from under his nails. Or that my little boy would name all his body parts while he gets dressed – every, single, time. But I wouldn’t trade any of that for the world. He’s the love of my life – he’s the reason for waking up every single day!
Happy Birthday Cooper!