My sweet Christian turned 2 years old last week, and even though we've jumped straight into the terrible twos, I still look at his face and see my perfect little baby.

He's starting to crave his independence. He doesn't like to be held much anymore. He never wants an adult to help with any task, even when he clearly needs it. He enjoys playing by himself, even when big brother is trying to boss him into submission. He's such a strong-willed little boy, and I'm still so grateful I get to be his mom.