The little boy who never met a car he didn't like--has turned two years old. On Saturday, we celebrated his birthday (on the actual date) as he opened his presents and had his cake, surrounded by his parents, four siblings, and his maternal grandparents.
He's our late-bloomer. Bombarded on every side by the stages of development of all the other kids, Cooper never really talked. He still doesn't. He probably has 50 solid words in his vocabulary and a million little slurs and wabble-wabble-wabbles. He also has a way of making half the things he says sound like a question.
But he loves to dive into the fray and have fun. He has one of the best all-time laughs. And when the other kids are having "tackle daddy time," Cooper throws his body on the pile. He looks like a pro-wrestler throwing himself off the top rope as he drops down with all his force. It's hilarious to watch him run, his body twisting from side-to-side as he boogeys.
He loves going down stairs--he just flops his body down about 3 feet from the staircase and then slides on his belly until he reaches the top step. Then he hurdles himself down the steps--and he doesn't even wear a cup!
He loves his Hot Wheels cars and always is meticulous about which one or two he takes to bed. He also sleeps with a stuffed monkey we got in California named "Hilton." It looks like Curious George, but it's not. I think his very first word was "Daddy," and he loves to say it--he also loves to talk on the phone. When I upgraded by BlackBerry this month, I gave Cooper the old one--and he was thrilled! I also see him as possibly being our most athletically gifted male--against Marshall and me (we'll see). He's my pal.
Happy Birthday, buddy.
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