It's a BALL to be TWO.

This post is late. Super duper late.
But buddy, you also came into this world SUPER early, so we'll call it even, ok?
I love you.

And we truly had a BALL celebrating you and your two-year-old self back in October.
You bring a whole lot of laughter and silliness to our lives.
You love bike rides and hate haircuts.
You have a language of your own.
"bee" = bus
"wee wee" = fire truck
"a-wuh-wuh" = your word for LITERALLY almost every single other thing
Everyone who knows you knows it.
But since this post is pretty late, you're saying SO many more words, and names, and phrases now.
Just this past week you FINALLY started saying Nolan instead of Dodo.
You recently graduated from the Neonatal Developmental Clinic and are no longer considered a preemie!
You're our nugget and our nut and we absolutely adore you.

Happy second birthday three months ago, Coop!

Racing to see who can clean up the balls fastest. 

GO!

With Jovie, his betrothed.

Balls EVERYWHERE for our ball loving boy.