Still the golden child, Camden nevertheless is able to prove from time to time that yes, he is two years old. Food is no longer something to enjoy internally but externally. Playdough ice cream in his hair & down his back (see above), mashed potatoes on his face & neck...you get the idea. This morning he woke up wet from a leaky diaper so he went straight into the bath. No sooner was he clean & dressed than I fed him breakfast where he proceeded to get his smoothie all over himself: clothes, arms, legs...by 8:20am this kiddo was ready for overhaul #2! Honestly, this was a mealtime ritual for his brother Drew but I have grown spoiled and accustomed to having a child that stays fairly clean at mealtimes. Well, it's not good to get too comfortable, right?
One of my favorite things to see: bedtime stories with Daddy. Camden is old enough that he loves to be a part of this. I look at this picture and think I must be the luckiest mom in the world to have a row of boys like that.
Although, let's be honest -- occasionally it looks more like this. And still photos don't include the bouncing. Isn't Tyler a great dad?
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