I have been dreading this cute little chubby turning two for weeks now. Monday all of that changed. Brandon had a last minute business trip down to LA. and airfare was cheap so we tagged along. My brother and sister in-law had just their first baby so we thought we would make a quick surprise visit. While hubs was busy with work we spent some time at Nana and Papa's house. Monday morning the boys and I had just finished breakfast. We then went out to the guest house to get ready for the day. The boys sat down and started to play. I walked into the bathroom to lay things out for our showers. I realized I had forgotten to tell my Father in law what our plans were for the day. I ran back to the house. We had talked for about a minute when he said "hey the water in the pool is moving". We both looked at each other and ran. Nothing can describe the horror I felt when I ran to the pool and saw my sweet baby floating face down in the pool. I screamed and jumped in-- it felt like a long time before I could reach him. Once we were out of the pool I heard him cry (thankfully). I was crying harder then he was. Evan is fine. We caught him in time. I think he was in the water for maybe a minute. (I was gone for two) He was able to unlock two doors and push open a very sticky door! Tricky boy. This pool has been on my list ever since Ryan was born almost 5 years ago. I'm always very cautious with the boys when we are around it. It really does take just a minute for a baby to slip in the water. We think he may have tried to float his rubber duck in the pool and fell in. He was playing with that duck in anticipation of his shower. Ryan noticed the duck floating near the spot I had pulled him out. I realize we are very lucky. I'm very grateful for this. I'm not sure I'm the type of person that could have recovered from losing a child. We celebrated his birthday TODAY! Last year we waited until Ryan's a couple of weeks later and did it together. When Evan woke up this morning Ryan and I sang him happy birthday. He clapped at the end and then said "cake?". Too funny. We asked him what kind of cake he wanted the answer was "blue". So we baked a cake and frosted it with blue frosting. Evan was by my side the entire time I was making the frosting asking for licks. I think he basically filled up on frosting for dinner. I was just thankful he was actually celebrating a second birthday!
So now when Evan shoves EIGHT CD's into the ONE CD player in the car I laugh.
When he pulls off his diaper and pees on my carpet, I count to 8 (his favorite number) and pull out the carpet cleaner.
When he climbs up on the island and takes a bite out of every apple, I shake my head and move on.
When he wakes me up by banging on head.....I scoop all 30 plus pounds of him and tickle him till he screams "POP! POP!" (Stop)
Evan is a typical toddler boy in to everything and doing everything at once. Ryan was too....so I felt like I could handle anything these boys tossed my way. I always thought I was super vigilant.... I must be losing my touch.