My little Kobra...what a year this has been. I can't believe we're watching soccer because everyone knows that Lance came up with your name after watching Germany. He knew I wouldn't allow Bastian as a name so he managed to come up with your name and threw in the fact that it was a saint name! I was immediately sold. Just like I was with you the first time I held you in my arms.
At two years old, you already have your own opinion about everything. And you are quite vocal about it. You will not be told what to do, when to smile or be nice. You can be more than a little demanding at feeding time. I call it feeding time because that is how you act. You want your food and Lord help anyone who makes you wait or who won't share with you. You are the same way with books, often throwing them at us if we don't read fast enough or enough books to you.
A year ago, you were still crawling and now you are all over everything. Climbing on tables, walking into the pool without anyone, and basically, doing whatever you want. I love how you follow your brothers these days. It is so cute how you want to play with them all the time and sad that there are times when they close the door on you. You love your biggest brother and have become the third brother's boy in this house.
But let's be clear, you are still a momma's boy through and through. And I love it. I love the smile on your face when you see me, I love when you come running to tattle on someone for hitting you and I love listening to you talk. My favorite words from you are "thank you" and "sorry". Best of all, I love holding you in my arms.
This year starts the year of you taking over as cutest in the house, because let's face it, two to four is where it's at as far as Dad and I are concerned. I can't wait to live through this next phase with you and experience the wonder of being two again through your eyes. I love you with all my heart my sweet little boy. Happy Birthday! May God Bless you always. Saint Benedict, pray for my baby boy today and always!