time flies when your babies are babies

my babies aren't babies. they were, and then poof! they're not. to be two years old is such a strange thing -- mine can walk, run, almost jump, push, eat, shout. they can't talk much but they can understand every little thing. they love and hug and kiss and smack. they high-five and fist-bump. they're not babies anymore, but they're my babies! happy birthday, monkey & bear!