That's right, I'm two. I'm the biggest and oldest I've ever been. Saweet.
I was talking with mom the other day (that's what two year olds do, we talk). Here's how the conversation went:
Mom: How old are you?
Me: Two.
Mom: Are you officially a big guy now?
Me: No.
Mom: (puzzled) Are you a baby?
Me: No.
Mom: (even more puzzled/curious) What are you?
Me: I'm a Big Brother.
Now that I'm two, I'm not sure that I'm a Big Guy. I think I might have grown past being a Big Guy. I don't know what's next, but I'm probably there. So, in the meantime, I may just refer to myself as a Big Brother. Heck, I go to school and I have a blue bicycle and a red scooter (and a helmet), I gotta be bigger than a Big Guy.
For all you little/younger guys and gals that read this blog, turning two was pretty fun. Much better than when we celebrated being 1-week old. Oy, that was losey. At two, the only thing that we cut are my nails and hair (and a rug, when Moves Like Jagger is playing). When I turned two, family came in town and we partied with my friends! I took Nana & Papa and Grandma & Grandpa to my favorite parks. I invited all my friends to the Alexandria Soft Playroom - a giant room with a ball pit and large cushions I can jump on. We ate my first cupcake (I had two bites, too sweet). We played with dig trucks. We had a lot of fun. Whew, I'm tired from all the excitement still.
Anyway, below are a few of my favorite photos, but you can check the rest out here.
I was talking with mom the other day (that's what two year olds do, we talk). Here's how the conversation went:
Mom: How old are you?
Me: Two.
Mom: Are you officially a big guy now?
Me: No.
Mom: (puzzled) Are you a baby?
Me: No.
Mom: (even more puzzled/curious) What are you?
Me: I'm a Big Brother.
Now that I'm two, I'm not sure that I'm a Big Guy. I think I might have grown past being a Big Guy. I don't know what's next, but I'm probably there. So, in the meantime, I may just refer to myself as a Big Brother. Heck, I go to school and I have a blue bicycle and a red scooter (and a helmet), I gotta be bigger than a Big Guy.
For all you little/younger guys and gals that read this blog, turning two was pretty fun. Much better than when we celebrated being 1-week old. Oy, that was losey. At two, the only thing that we cut are my nails and hair (and a rug, when Moves Like Jagger is playing). When I turned two, family came in town and we partied with my friends! I took Nana & Papa and Grandma & Grandpa to my favorite parks. I invited all my friends to the Alexandria Soft Playroom - a giant room with a ball pit and large cushions I can jump on. We ate my first cupcake (I had two bites, too sweet). We played with dig trucks. We had a lot of fun. Whew, I'm tired from all the excitement still.
Anyway, below are a few of my favorite photos, but you can check the rest out here.
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| On the carosel at Clemyjontri park with Papa |
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| Party time! The spread |
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| Family Portrait |
Peace out,
Phin
