All About Keenan

Keenan, wee little Keenan. Three weeks ago, you turned two. You celebrated that day by graduating to your very big boy bed (your crib converted into a full size bed). I was worried you would be afraid of sleeping in this great big bed, but you immediately took to it and call it your "boy bed." On your birthday, you nearly made yourself sick on cake and ice cream but you loved every minute of it.

How much you have changed this past twenty months. You are no longer a baby boy barely able to hold up his own head and incapable of holding down formula. You dash around at lightening speed and always seem to have energy to spare. You are funny and bright, active and vocal. Singing is one of your favorite pastimes and there is nothing you would rather listen to than the Beatles. You sing along with the songs, or at least, try to. When "You've Got to Hide Your Love Away" comes on, you scream "Hey" along with John Lennon and then you laugh hysterically and make Sophia crack up.

You are so fond of Marz and like to hug him and say "Marzy good dog." You are besotted with horses and ride anything that resembles one, including Marz. One of your sources of amusement is throwing food at the dinner table. Pizza is one of the few sources of nourishment that is spared this fate. Well, that and Applejacks. When you were sick last week, you were allowed to watch TV shows for the first time. You quickly became fixated on "The Backyardagins." We are now required to watch this show nearly every night before bed.

Your devotion to toy cars has resulted in you being the proud owner of a vast collection of match box cars. Hours are spent driving the cars over every possible surface and racing them across the dining table and the floor. You recently discovered that you can send the cars flying off the coffee table and you never seem to tire of launching them across the room.

Two days ago, you had the first opportunity to fly in a plane piloted by Daddy. While waiting for the passengers to board, you were thrilled to sit in Daddy's lap and get to see all the buttons and equipment. You screamed and threw a tantrum when it was time to leave the cockpit. Since then, when you hear any plane fly overhead, you point and proudly yell, "my Daddy flies airplanes!"

Keenan, you have a heart of gold and I hope that never changes. Sure you can be infuriating when you refuse to go to sleep or decide you don't want to do something. But, above all, you are sweet, smart, inquisitive, sensitive and loving. Daddy and I want to know we are so proud and grateful that you are our son and how very much we love you. Happy 2nd Birthday Keenan Bear!