well, he went and did it. my baby turned two and for some crazy reason, it kind of just broke my heart.
it shouldn’t because i am going to have another little peanut here in about a month, but still…
when they turn one, it’s ok because they are wobbly, baby fatty, not speaking, and need momma for everything. but when they turn two, they are officially growing up.
isaac and i went exploring around a barn near our house and here are a few shots to celebrate the funeral of his babyhood, er…i mean the celebration of him growing up.