Terrible 2 year old

If you are the counting type of person then you would know that I

am 9 weeks late posting about Bradley's birthday.

I have been waiting. Waiting for his pictures to come back from the photographer, waiting for Jared to send them to my drop box, waiting for Brother to be sweet so I can honestly say sweet things about him, you know, stuff.

Well, I finally got the pictures but I may never write this if I wait for Brother to have a sweet day. They are few, so here it goes.

Bradley turned 2 years old on March 18th. It has been a long 2 years. Even though he is a stinker from his curls to his painted toe nails I love the crap out of that kid. He has the ability to make us all want to squeeze his head off one minute and tackle him down the next and kiss him till he can't take it anymore.

A few things that remind me of him:

~ screaming ~ the printer ~ soft, sweet smelling, curly hair ~ carefully throwing himself down on the floor to have a fit so as not to bonk his head ~ dandelions ~ the way he adores his sister ~ giving no notice before diving off of the nearest high spot onto his dads head ~ sand box ~sandy poop ~ jumping and getting no air ~ Grandpa Ward ~ sweet kisses ~ fake crying ~ trains ~ CARS ~ Screaming ~ Shaun the Sheep ~ messes on the floor ~ getting in bed with his sister in the morning ~ naps ~ tormenting chickens ~ ipad ~ tracks ~ neck ties ~ Papa ~ hugs ~ stitches ~

I will expound on a few.

~the printer ~ He can hear the printer from anywhere in the house. He will bust his tail to get to it before I do. He loves to hand me the paper when it is finished.

~dandelions~ A new favorite past time is to knock the seeds off of the dandelions in the front yard and watch them blow all around.

~sandy poop~ Once in a while he spends his day eating sand. no matter how much trouble he gets into or how many times I wash his mouth out he still eats it. The next day or two is always fun. In case you don't know this sandy poop doesn't wipe off. He has to have a bath after every poopy diaper.

~messes on the floor~ Since he could walk he prefers everything to be on the floor. Everything.

~tormenting chickens~ My cousin has a chicken coup in her back yard. When we go there he spends most of his time tormenting the chickens. Throwing rocks, grass, and sticks at them. He bangs on the fence with what ever he can find. I think that there is one chicken in there that would love to get his claws into him. After our last trip he had bad dreams that night yelling out "chickens!"

~Papa~ When he pretends to talk on the phone it is always to his Papa. They have some pretty good conversations.

Another thing that I love about him is that he talks a lot. Most of his words are difficult to understand and some are not even in the ball park of the word he means.

tub pants = sponge bob square pants

nos (he says it like nose) = snow

kaboo = peek-a-boo

weggilies = legs

sissy = sister

race = any car

wow wow = any emergency vehicle

tracky = chocolate

fisk = fix

uffoo = love you

sucky = sucker

afful = apple

akeen = o.k.

tupid = stupid

peetsy = pizza

aahhhhh sweeeet = he says about any softy animal

When he is having a fit he will scream, "No! No! I doe wan it, I doe like it!" and when he wants to play the ipad he'll ask his dad while signing please, "Braley turn a pad? Braley turn?"

He is all boy. A 110%, supercharged boy. His only off switch that we know of is his bottle which he loves(as do I). I hate that we have to take it away some day (or a year ago). We love the little monster. I know that he will soon grow out of a lot of what he is now and though I look forward to it I will miss it so much.

Here's to keeping him a live for another year!