Every Home Needs One.

A two year old.

Ours celebrated his second year yesterday.


His name is Ezra.

He turns down the hot water temperature on the water heater every time he walks by, resulting in luke warm showers for the rest of us. He still loves to eat dog food. He hasn't learned to appreciate Noah like the rest of us. He will say "hi mom (or Mace, Noah, Dada)" over again and again until you greet him back. He still only likes his mother to get him out of the crib. He is learning to sleep with Noah at night. He loves to watch Peter Pan and walks around with loose trampoline springs pretending to be "Capoha" (captain hook). He didn't want to blow out his candles yesterday...it was great fun to just watch them burn. He can be found outside on most days, despite the frigid temperatures, with no shoes on, snot running down his nose, riding his bike.

Ezra was a beautiful baby. A big baby. 10 lbs. 2 oz. and 23" long. His mother deserved 2 medals that day. And his father still claims he could be a labor and delivery nurse after "participating" in his arrival.

Ezra taught me that motherhood is a full time job. There would no longer be time-outs or time to sit the bench for an inning. He taught me that while there would be no more time for projects, fancy meals, or a daily vacuum, I could be happy. I must forget myself and go to work. I am a wife and mother, first and foremost. And I love it. My third child taught me that. My third child is now officially a toddler and I will miss the days when he was only mine. Thank you Ezra for bringing our home the sound of your feet in the morning, whispers of "I love you the most", and joy everyday.


That is why every home needs a two year old.


P.S. If you are lucky enough to own or acquire a two year old - Leave him home when you go to church, no one needs a 2 year old in sacrament meeting. Trust me.