Yeah, so, the Spawn is 2 years old today.
Holy crap! 2! I can’t believe it’s been two years since I pushed that ginormous baby out.
He used to look like this:
Last year, he looked like this:
And now he looks like this:
He’s a full-on toddler now, no matter how much I try to pretend that he is still a little baby. He runs everywhere. He climbs everything. He babbles non-stop. It’s mainly gibberish with the occasional word thrown in … usually in Spanish. He’s a flirt. He’s funny. He’s stubborn. He loves The Wiggles. He’s my little buddy, my little guy, and I’m so happy that he is my son.
Happy birthday, Calvin!