Two years ago today, as we were gazing as our newborn son, Phil said to me, "I think time just sped up." Ten points to Daddy for calling that one. It is amazing that we just finished celebrating Andrew's second year. We've been having a good time.
We had a lovely little party at home with a few dear friends on Saturday morning. Here's the kitty cake I slaved over until midnight the night before (with Kitty, Andrew's beloved stuffed animal serving as my model). My goal was that he would recognize the cake as a cat, but he had absolutely no idea what it was. He stared at it intently, but it took me 2 days to even get him to taste it.
I wish I could post pictures of everyone who came to help us celebrate, but instead I'll post my favorite: Eunice Chantilly* stuffing her bra from the ball pit.
We started out this morning with presents: A 1970's Sesame Street Clubhouse and books from Mom and Dad (thanks for the idea, Eowyn!), a beautiful clock that chimes from Nana and Pa, nifty big boy briefs from Weatherson*, fabulous t-shirts from Spartacus*, and a book from our Sandersons (which I've already read 7 or 8 times today). A Radio Flyer wagon is on the way from Nannie and Papa. We then moved on to a birthday breakfast of chocolate pudding and apple juice. The Precious adores candles, so I though he'd enjoy a couple in his pudding cup, but they totally wierded him out.
I don't want to overwhelm you with videos, but this clip of Andrew trying to blow out his pudding candles make me laugh every time I watch it. Notice poor Phil pacing in the background trying to find car keys as I ignore his pleas for hep. Also notice that, in my giggly and distracted state, I end up very unceremoniously blowing out the candles myself.
After pudding (which was much more exciting than his birthday cake), we met some friends at the playground and had lunch at the mall while gazing at the fountain. After his nap (yes, a nap!), we had some big fun playing with all the leftover party balloons. As I was putting together his supper, I heard a funny sound behind me, almost like tearing paper. I look up to see my little boy holding a lit match. Ahhhhhhh! He was really bummed when I would let him go through and light the whole box. Perhaps the kitchen table isn't the best place to keep those anymore.
And now a tribute to my sweet boy and his first 2 years. You are my dream come true, Dear One!
*As is my policy, name has been changed to protect the innocent.