So it might be a bit late but I didn’t want to skip it. Rocky turned two last month and it was kind of a sucky birthday. Things went wrong and Nate didn’t get back from his business trip until way after the boys were in bed. The next weeks were spent recovering from illness and jet lag. Fortunately we did manage a cake and then grandma came up for a proper low key bbq where we made up for it. All he really cared about was singing and blowing out candles anyway. We did plenty of that. And presents too.
So I have no more babies, he’s a toddler now! 
But enough about me and my bittersweet feelings about growth. Let’s celebrate Rocky. His enthusiasm for life is like no one else I know. People should take notes from this guy. He kicks ass!
