Even though Rhys is telling everyone he is one he is, unfathomably, TWO today. He is a master of menace. He loves ducks and dogs, as long as he is the one doing the approaching. He is trying to potty train himself (Sam is encouraging this and I am a diaper-hugger). His vocabulary is exploding daily. He can be found pulling off his shoes, running toward danger, and cracking up while doing it. I love him so much. It really hurts to think that it has been two years since I first met him. It is going by too quickly.
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