I would love to tell you that after a lovely afternoon, I tucked middle man in bed, read him his 3 stories (Pirate, Train Driver and Fireman) and kissed him goodnight, wishing him a lovely nights sleep, on the last night he would be 2.
That would be a lie.
He had had the mother of all tantrums over a haircut - that he never ended up having. He went to bed early with only 1 story (Train Driver) and told that he would have no TV tomorrow.
Luckily as he turns 3 tomorrow the terrible twos will be over. Or at least that is what I am trying to convince myself. Now that middle man has been asleep for a couple of hours, I am remembering the gorgeous little pickle that I know and love - rather than the devil reincarnated that he sometimes appears to be. So Middle man here's a little poem for you x
Goodnight my gorgeous two year old
Go rest your weary head
Tomorrow you are a three year old
When you jump out of bed
This years gone far too quickly
You have grown into a boy
You love your Doc McStuffins
But don't like to share your toys
You raid the fridge for apples
You eat them all day long
I love that you get excited
When you think you're really strong
You try to be a big man
You say you're "scared" to get a cuddle
Whenever it's a rainy day
You love to jump in puddles
You tell me I'm you're best friend
Well you're my best friend too
I love you gorgeous middle man
Happy Third Birthday to you!
Linking up for Victoria's Prose for thought seeing as I haven't wrote a poem in years and I quite like this one!