Happy 2nd Birthday, Thomas!

Wednesday was Hurricane Tommy's 2nd birthday.   Our birthday present for him, a big boy bed, was delivered Tuesday.  Round one was a nap -after 45 minutes of crying, he finally fell asleep for two hours, and at bedtime, he basically went right to sleep with no tears.  He never got out once his first night.  Day two was even easier.  Day three sucked.  At nap time, he must have gotten out of bed 30 times.  He would grab whatever wasn't nailed down and drag it back onto his bed until I arrived to bust him.  Bedtime that night he went right to sleep, and I haven't had any issues since.  Bed training is necessary before Baby Girl arrives since I am having a scheduled c-section (the docs won't let me try another VBAC after two sections - not that I want to anyway).  I won't be able to lift Tommy in and out of his crib for naps and bed for at least 2-3 weeks.

We celebrated with grandparents and aunts/uncles on Saturday (pictures to follow soon).

 At two, Tommy doesn't quite have the collection of stuffed buddies Patrick had already grown attached to, but he does have his beloved "Boopy" blanket (a Suzy's Zoo quilt that was embroidered by Tom's mom for Tommy's uncle when he was a baby).  As long as Tommy has Boopy, he is a happy camper.  We refused to let him start dragging it around outside the house, so Boopy does not come in the car except for special occasions.

He has finally (and thankfully) graduated out of the hand-in-the-toilet stage. 
When asked his name, he points to his chest and says "Tommy".
He can count to 12, but  lately seems to have forgotten #9.
Colors seem to still baffle him.  He knows pink and green, but all the rest get lumped in with the latter.
He loves Caillou, just like P, and trucks of every sort.
He has no fear of the water (unlike his brother) and loves having water poured over his head.  He tries to swim in the bathtub.
He loves, loves daddy, but is a mommy's boy at heart. 
Just in the past 4 months,  he seems to be finding the patience to sit down and listen to a whole book. 
He is much taller than P at this stage, but just as skinny. 
His newest obsession is carrying around handfuls of Nerf darts. 
The kid is a champion tantrum-thrower.  He will drop, kick and scream over ANYTHING (and I mean anything). 

Happy Birthday, Tommy!