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Dear Henry,

In all of the fuss and business of the summer, I'm finally getting around to writing you the two-year old letter. So here goes, and its all the usual things like I can't believe you're two, I can't believe how big you are, you're a little man and I don't know when it happened.

The most fun things about you now are the words that come out of your mouth. I always said I'd write down the things you say, and now I haven't. I need to do better and will work on it. There aren't too many words I can't understand anymore. We're having conversations kid! I ask you what you want for supper and you say "PIZZA!" And you are very interested in picking out which socks you want to wear, or to tell me that you don't want to wear that shirt. When I turn on the vacuum, you say "I'm scared Mommy," and I set you up high on the island in the kitchen so you stay safe.

You still have that little bit of chicken in you, which is great. I probably trust you more than I should, but when it comes to swimming you have NO FEAR. I think its great, but at the same time you really need to be careful. You go down the slides, jump off the boards, jump off the sides and the stairs. We have to pretend we aren't going to catch you because you won't jump to us; you think you can do it all on your own. You pop back up out of the water with your blue eyes gleaming, your mile long eye lashes dripping, and the biggest smile on your face. You never choke or seem to swallow water. I don't know how you learned to hold your breath. The Olympics are coming up, and I've been making you sit down and watch the swimming trials with me. When I tell you that Michael Phelps is on TV, you come running and say "Michael Phelps!" I just couldn't be more proud....maybe you'll live out Mommy's dream. I promise not to force it.

You absolutely LOVE playing outside. Everyday coming home from school is a struggle to get you in the house. And you have to be in the front yard because there might be a chance Andrew or Ethan could be out there. Sometimes I feel like they think you're stalking them, but whatever works for you. Gotta get friends however you can. You love digging in the dirt, lawn mowing, riding bike, and drawing with sidewalk chalk. The drawing one is my favorite. You keep your chalk in a special spot in the garage, and every time you bring it out you say "Look what I found!" Like its the first time you've seen it. Then you say "Mommy, I'm drawing!" Right after my own heart, plus I like to play that game with you too.

I love you my little Mini-Me,

Mama