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Sunday, November 15, 2015

Happy Birthday Grey Grey!

 It's Grey Grey's birthday today and our little guy has turned the big 2. Crazy to think he's only that age - Grant and I often find ourselves forgetting just how young he is due to his seriously advanced communication skills. Sadly, I think this means we often expect more out of him and sometimes forget what sort of expectations are realistic when it comes to the emotions and irrationalities of a two year old. It's also hard when he has an older brother for us to compare him to - an older brother who has been through and come out of the tougher phases and is (whether knowingly or not) turning up the charm and making himself seem extra sweet and easygoing in comparison to his not so mellow little bro ;-/

But I digress! Today is all about Grey, who reluctantly came into this world a whole week late on a very early Friday morning in November two years ago. He has since filled our lives with nonstop action and character and enures that there is never a dull moment around the Cohen Kibbutz!
So, Greyson, this is childhood: one:

To say you were a handful would be the understatement of the century. You rarely sat still, constantly on the move, exploring new things, getting into whatever it is you knew you weren't supposed to get into and making it your life mission to get underneath your older brother's skin. Your favorite person in the whole world was Daddy and you followed him around like a shadow when he was home, insisting on him doing anything and everything for you. Everything Daddy watched on TV (always sports) was "GAMEDAY!", which you would say with such enthusiasm and fervor, I could see literally see the pride radiating from your dad's face. You felt lots of big, big emotions as you approached your second birthday and really let them flow multiple times a day. You were kind of like a ticking time bomb, one never knew when you're going to go off so we would do the best we could to make you happy and let you have your way (within reason, of course!). You were very independent when you wanted to be, constantly insisting, "No, I'm got it!". But you also liked to be apart of the action, whether it was dragging your stool into the kitchen to "see what mama's doing" when I was cooking, or helping us brush our teeth in the morning, you didn't like to be left out and made damn well sure no one forgot about you! When people came and went from our apartment, you and Hayes liked to walk them to the elevator to send them off,  fighting over who got to push the outside and inside buttons and insisting on big hugs and two hand kisses before the elevator door closed. At that point, you'd stick your face right up to the crack and yell, "See you later, poo poo face!". You were quite the jokester and knew how to get a laugh from a crowd, constantly saying bad words like 'shit' and pulling down your pants. When you were doing something you weren't supposed to be doing (which felt like all the time!), you'd get a funny look in your eye that you'd direct towards the person you were with, using the nonverbal cue as if to say, "I'm doing this, what are you going to do about it?". You could climb any play structure at the park and were the most athletic two year old I'd ever met. You'd kick a ball around a field and yell, "Soccer Shots! Soccer Shots!". The only time you'd sit still was to watch Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, which you were obsessed with. You also had an incredible vocabulary and by the end of your first year, you were using prepositions and conjugating verbs as if you'd been speaking for years. You called milk, 'nowk'. You loved cookies, cake and lollipops - basically anything sweet - requesting them everyday when I got home from work, before I even had a chance to put my bag down. You loved to play with water - the bathroom looked like a warzone by the time you were done with your tub, which you'd insist on adding cold water to the entire time you were in it (Hayes had started requesting you take separate tubs because he was so cold in the one he shared with you!). You were quite shy when you were around people you didn't know, especially at classes that had kids the same age as you. You'd stick right by our side and participate very little in group activities. But when you were with Hayes or even solo with us, you were in your element, wild and crazy and about as outgoing as you could be. You were a great sleeper and a good eater - your favorite foods were the usual two year old preferences: pizza, mac and cheese, quesadillas. You'd also eat a lot of fruit. At night, when we put you to bed, you'd insist on multiple hugs from both Daddy and me - you liked to use it as a stall tactic and we were happy to oblige. You were constantly testing your limits and pushing your boundaries, especially when it came to Hayes, who was the victim of your tormenting on a daily basis. But whenever you would hurt him or see that he was sad, you'd run to the freezer and get him some ice to make it all better. Your favorite thing to do was to pretend to drive cars, insisting on starting the engine every time we went anywhere before reluctantly getting into your carseat. You were bursting with personality and although you were absolutely exhausting, you were also hilarious to watch and it was fascinating to see how much you were picking up from everyone around you. You were strong, both in physical and mental strength and I had no doubt in my mind that your determination would take you far in life. 

We're keeping it low-key today, celebrating the big birthday with some family and trying to do things that will make the birthday boy happy (read: no car time!). We started the day off with donuts and pressie opening (Hayes raided the Mickey Mouse section of Toys R Us a few weeks ago, picking out the perfect presents for his little bro). The boys will spend the afternoon decorating some cupcakes at a local cake place and then everyone is going to dinner at a local pizza joint.
 
Happy birthday, Grey Grey! We love you so much!

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