Wells Is TWO!

Man, oh man. Little (big) man is TWO. Let's not talk about how long he's been two. I've mentally prepared this post since Wells was 18 months old, but it's just now coming to fruition because I've let go of having all the pictures I wanted to post in order. They'll come. More importantly, let's celebrate Wells' first two years and share what he's like at this age.

Wells,

You may have just turned 2, but you're more like a triplet to Mac and Paisley. Where they go and what they do, you're right there with them. There are no obstacles for your mind and heart are set on whatever your eyes see. We've been told you literally bounce off walls to get from one thing to another. You're care free and so spirited. The things you do are quite hilarious, and you know it.

Counting is something you've gotten really good at, and you can get all the way to thirteen. Then we start back with your favorite trio: 8, 9, 10… The other day you brought had something in each hand. You held up the one in your left and said 'geen' and held up the right hand and said 'yeyyow'. Yes! You know your colors?! These older siblings are making me shine, kiddo! Thanks, M and P! Because let's be honest, I don't practice counting or colors. I'll encourage if you start, but I don't initiate it. Good thing siblings pick up where I slack, right?

We've gotten used to the missing front tooth, and just like they said at the dentist office, it's become who you are. The missing tooth actually fits your personality perfectly. Fun, daring, and cute as a button.

On your second birthday you weighed about the same as Paisley on her fourth birthday. You're in a solid 2T and quickly into 3T. (You're officially in a 3T now that I'm writing this.) You've surpassed the size Mac was in at this point in the season so dressing you for church has been interesting. I can stretch every day wear, but when we put you in those precious longalls with peter pan collar shirts, my heart skips a beat, and they barely fit. Shoe wise you've quickly gone into a size 8, which is only 1 size behind Paisley. People say you're a linebacker. Too bad (for you) you're also my baby and losing the one tooth was hard enough. I won't be signing you up for contact sports.

 This year we did your first hair cut. We basically took away the baby mullet. Dad had had enough of it.

You run and play so hard. When you're out, you're out for real. I will always cherish your chunky baby legs and round face. My baby you'll always be.

 The front door of our (old) house in October. 

We love and adore you, little Wellsy. You make us laugh and enjoy the little things. Your love for Mickey is unwavering, and we will snuggle you and watch 'Kiki' for as long as you'll let us. As for family names, you say 'Ma', 'Titi', and 'Coccy' for each sibling. Cutie pie, we think you're pretty special.

-Mommy and Daddy