Sigh, where do I begin. I guess I’ll start by saying how the time has flown. I know every parent says this, but I could swear it was just yesterday that we had his last birthday. Yet, here we are with a two year old. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little sad. I am excited for the future and all that it brings, but he’ll never be one again, you know? Despite feeling a little nostalgic, we made sure Little Man had a great second birthday, especially since his party isn’t for another week. He woke in the morning to find that daddy had taken the day off from work. Daddy took him downstairs to find two new car tracks from papa and nana in Iowa. They had also gotten him an adorable rain coat yesterday that he wanted to wear all evening. And of course, he wanted to play cars all day. And he did, in between the other busy things we did.
While he ate breakfast (a waffle of course), daddy took the dogs to the dog park. After getting dressed, his friends started to arrive. His friends Brooke, Max (and little brother Lucas), Alex, and Xavier all came over to play (and their moms too!). They were such a whirlwind, but I could tell how much fun he was having. They stayed for a couple hours, and Little Man seemed to only want my attention a couple times. The rest, he was busy playing with his friends. They touched nearly every toy, cooked in the kitchen (and he told Brooke, “lunch”), and sat at his table and played with cars. The new car tracks were a big hit, as I had set them up in the middle of the living room floor. Needless to say, the kids were kept occupied, and by the time everyone headed out, the kids were worn out, but happy. As soon as his friends left, balloons arrived from nana and papa in New York, and Little Man was so excited, all day he kept talking about his “ba-oons.”
Daddy came home not long after his friends left, and we headed out for a special birthday lunch, which of course means a Happy Meal. Sadly, Little Man is in a phase where he refuses to eat nearly everything we get him when we are out to eat, so he didn’t touch the meal. But he loved his new plastic car that mommy had to decorate in 15 tiny stickers. He called it Sasha. Daddy got a shamrock shake to go, but Little Man wasn’t paying attention and only asked for some when we got home. He kept saying to daddy “bite,” but it was already gone. So he got a few sweet goldfish crackers and a little Cat in the Hat before his nap. He was supposed to just eat his snack at his table, but he asked me to bring them in to the couch. So we snuggled for a bit. And then, of course, he didn’t nap. He just thought there was too much to stay up for.
He was right, but only today. He opened his present from us; a Nabi tablet. It’s made for preschool kids, and I had already set it up for games he could play. He loved the app that was flashcards of different transportation. He was a master of swiping through the pictures once I showed him how he can only have one finger touch. He was also really good at a counting game, touching each object to count it. He did a look-and-find, puzzles, zoo flashcards, and coloring. But he was really obsessed with the car flashcards. Eventually we got him to go back to playing with his cars while we finished up dinner, and at first he didn’t want to eat. Then he found out it was a corn dog and came running.
Of course, halfway through the corn dog, he spotted the cake I had made. Just a box cake, but it had the purple frosting he asked for yesterday. He said, “cake,” and got really excited. Since he finished most of his dinner, we broke out the lighter and lit the candles. We sang to him, and it was the first time he hasn’t cried at that. In fact, he seemed really happy. Daddy helped him blow out the candles, and he was getting pretty impatient to eat the cake. I cut him a slice, and he devoured it. He picked it up with one hand, which got purple frosting all over it, so he licked it off his fingers. Good thing it was bath night!
After his bath (where he started saying Queen for Lightening McQueen), he Skyped with nana and papa in New York. He played with his new Legos (which he now says as well), and played a silly game of hide and seek. He would run around to the other side of the iPad, then back again, laughing. He also did his awesome robot impersonation. After we said goodbye, we watched daddy give Koda a bath for a bit, then went to have some milk. As he finished drinking, papa and nana in Iowa Skyped in. He was excited to see them too, though you could tell that no nap and sugar were starting to make an interesting combination. He wouldn’t stand still for long, and he ran around the living room in his diaper, stopping occasionally long enough to say hello. He also decided to pull the butt of his diaper down, mooning nana and papa. On purpose. And once he saw everybody laughing, he made sure to keep doing it, running around with his butt hanging out of his diaper.
Finally, the evening wore down, and we went upstairs to get ready for bed. There wasn’t much fuss as he got ready and picked out his books. He asked for “trees,” as he pointed to Chicka Chicka Boom Boom. I can’t remember the last time we read that. It had to have been at least three months, maybe a lot more. After a couple other books first, he asked for “trees” again. I pulled it up into my lap, and he said “boom boom!” I couldn’t believe he remembered. Though, he does remember a lot more than I think I give him credit for. I rocked him and hummed his lullaby, and he nearly fell asleep in my arms. Another year older, but still my baby.
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So, a few weeks back, I made the decision that my post on Little Man’s second birthday would be my last, at least for a while. I may still post about big occasions or something I want to share with more people, but from now on, I will be keeping a daily written journal. Not only do I feel like I can write about more (like things that might embarrass him if he sees it online one day), but it is something physical I can give him when he is older (and in my own handwriting). I can also turn the time I now spend in front of the computer into something more constructive (like sewing him a pillow or making bookends). I spend so much time stressing over writing and what to write about, that I worry I am not actually enjoying the memories I am collecting. I am so glad I have kept writing on this blog daily. Because of all my readers, I felt accountable to continue, and I am so happy to have these moments to give him. Thank you.