Two-Year Stats

It seemed only like yesterday I was at the delivery room gnawing at my fingernails in anticipation of my baby boy's arrival. And just like that, at the blink of an eye, it's two years on.

Two years. That's equal to 16 teeth. 13 kilograms. And quite a few centimenters. Not sure how many, cos I'm a lousy father who never took my kid's height, so sue me.

Over the last two years we have taught him 379 words and 96 phrases, 10 of which he can successfully repeat; like "Mommy", "Air Cond", "Sit Down", "Cheese", "Eat", "Wait", "Blue", "Bread", "Orange" and "Nine". He's picked up a few on his own, like "Air Cool", "Bhai" and "Honey, let's do it tonight". Okay, I was kidding about that last one. Heh!

Two years is also approximately 4,500 diaper change, 2,153 night feeds and about 105 cans of baby formula. That's 4,732 times we've woken up at night to check if he's still breathing. That's 5,326 usable exposures on my Canon A70. That's 9,735 times we've gone "ooh" and "aww" at every little antic he does. That's 15,021 kisses we've planted on a sometimes-reluctant little boy. That's 188,093 times he's done something to really annoy us. And over 1,938,046 times we've fallen in love with him all over again.

So yeah, there's never been a dull moment in the two years since Jesse. And I look forward to the next 42. (Yeah, I plan to check out when I turn 77!) Happy Birthday, son. May your birthdays always be filled with joy and laughter.