Today is the last day Henry will ever be 2 years old...

I have mixed emotions about it. Two is such a sweet age. It gets a bad rap. I'm sure three will be fine as well, but 2 is so little bitty baby sounding and it's hard for me to think of my boy growing up so fast. He is so sweet and loving and grumpy and funny and I have to control myself from telling him I love him every other sentence. I also was not sad when he and his dad and grandpa just left to go out to eat and I am at home with a napping Eleanor. After all day with the kid, I need some quiet time.