No longer.

Today, October 28th, marks the end of a title I've grown to embrace. Tomorrow my baby boy Sebastian turns two years old.. which means I no longer am a mom to 2 under 2. I don't know why this makes me kind of sad. I know Sebastian is still a toddler and will always be MY baby.. but there was something special about being able to say I have two under two.

I was really nostalgic and weepy throughout most of the day, telling Sebastian all about how today was the last day he was only one.. (He ignored my sentiments and proceeded to help himself to the entire bundle of bananas that I have to hide in the upper cabinets in the kitchen, while I was nursing Penelope.)

Here's how we celebrated our pre-second-birthday:

-Sebastian and I argued about breakfast- specifically about milk vs. juice boxes. (Sebastian- 0, Me- 1)

Breaskfast, where Sebastian said "Sunshine... Go Away." Clearly not a morning person. 

-Sebastian sneakily stole bananas while I was nursing Penelope (quite impressive as they are were hidden in the high cabinets, and he had to push a chair over and climb up to retrieve them.. little monkey!) (Sebastian-1, Me-1)
-Had a picnic on the patio
-Went to the dollar store (Where I promptly forgot what on Earth we were supposed to get.)
-Sebastian refused to SIT in the cart (Sebastian-2, Me-1)
 (Sebastian was really cute following me around like a duck, while Sebastian slept in her carseat in the base of the cart the entire shopping adventure.. Sebastian probably has a future in politics, everytime we go to the store he practically scares all the customers to death by yelling HI! Most of the time they look around entirely startled and kind of chuckling at Sebastian, and while some respond by asking "How are you?" Sebastian always screams GOOD!! and then runs back to me as if he's terrified that this stranger was talking to them. (Even though he always starts the conversations.)

We left the dollar store with a "clubhouse" coloring book (Mickey Mouse- but Sebastian has renamed him just clubhouse), some AAA batteries, and me still not remembering for the life of me what on Earth we were supposed to have gotten. (Dear self: It was dishwasher detergent.)

Got home, Sebastian wanted to color and listen to music (always Paul McCartney...) and eventually I coerced him into taking a nap (Sebastian-2, Me-2) 

During nap (Penelope still sleeping from the dollar store trip..) I made cupcakes for tomorrow and binge watched netflix (currently obsessed with sons of anarchy) until both kids decided to wake up and need me at the exact same moment.

It was a pretty low key afternoon waiting for Grayson to come home, no real battles with Sebastian (unless you count bribing him to eat dinner with promises of cupcakes) (Sebastian-3, Me-2)

I know that everyone talks about the "terrible twos" and the battles that you will have with your toddler... (which I already seem to be losing..) I can't wait to see how much Sebastian grows and develops this next year.

He's already such a smart kid- already knows all 26 {capital} letters, can count to 10, and randomly knows what an octagon is (Thank you, Elmo!) and always says "please" and "thank you", has no fears (he seriously ran into the spiderweb infested playhouse outside (to my absolute horror), loves to help out with chores and run around outside, gives kisses to baby Penelope, and loves to read: we can easily go through about 10 books back to back, and he will simply look up at you and say AGAIN! I love my little buddy so much, and hope that he enjoys our adventure-filled day tomorrow. I'm sure I'll have a whole separate post dedicated to tomorrow... Hopefully I can make it through the day without too many tears (;

Here's to no longer being a mom of 2 babies under 2, but balancing the challenges of a stubborn two year old and tantrums with an infant on my hip. Thank God Penelope is so laid back and easy-going (Knock on wood.)