Landon at 2

I need to document the greatness that Landon at 2 is.

I don't want to forget that he calls himself 'Diaper Boy!' and runs around wielding his sword and fighting imaginary bad guys....naked.

Or that his only comeback is, "YOU ________" insert word you just called him.
Landon, you're so friendly. NO, YOU friendly!
Landon, you're so silly. NO, YOU silly!
Landon, you're so fun. NO, YOU fun!

Or how, when he's upset, he crosses his little arms and pouts. His pigeon toed run. The singing! Oh, the singing. His giggle. How he puts his finger on his nose, instead of his lips when shushing people.

Affectionate.

How he likes to be with me, even when I'm going to the bathroom.

Never asking, always taking. Always getting in trouble for his lack of manners.

His need to wear E's goggles when there is water involved.

And be Dash.

How he adamantly refuses to eat bread and would rather starve than eat a piece of pizza.

He may look like Josh but he is not like Josh at all. 

Always mischevious.

 And I don't want to forget his signature dance move, complete with a serious face.

His drive for aaaaaall the unhealthy things as a meal replacement.

His refusal to wear shirts at home.

And how he loves playing ball.

Those fingers.

He was an absolute terror yesterday and drove me nuts because of his complete lack of self control in all areas. But he is loved by all. Fun. Funny. Kind. Mischievous. Loving. Empathetic. Enduring.

My son.