My baby is two

Yes, at 12:12pm today, I looked at the clock and remembered pushing dear little Thatcher out into this world. Now it feels like he is pushing me to let him grow up! He is Mister Big-Boy-Bed, Mister Use-the-Potty, Mister I-Can-Do-It-Myself. Well, Thatcher Paul Hartman, you're finally two and can grow into all this precociousness. You have been quite the addition to our family, and now we can't imagine our lives without you. Happy Birthday.