Two decades of Thing Two

You'd never know it now, but this guy used to be chubby. He was a round little pumpkin briefly, this Halloween kid of ours. Now he lays low, pretending he's nothing more than a skellie, stays out of sight, our introvert. His birthday card said something about "wishing you a birthday where people leave you the hello alone" or some such. He loved it.

Since he will move out SOMEDAY and everyone needs magnets for their fridge, he got cute Halloween ones from our local artsy festival. Dada found him a new-to-him pocket watch which winds to replace the one he accidentally washed. In the washer. 

Two decades old or not, Thing Two has already been overtaken by Thing Three, who is passing us up left and right in the height department. When we saw HIS feet on an ultrasound in utero, we knew he'd be big. Thing Two just laughed and flipped his hair, doesn't care. 

He also wanted a weighted blanket, which he got thanks to Dada and his estate sale fetish. He's a happy boy!