The boy is two years old. We had a great birthday weekend with him, and unlike last year he seemed to get the idea that the day was all about him. He really seemed to enjoy everyone singing happy birthday, so much that after he’d smashed a bit of cake – literally, cake icing is squishy fun!- he requested an encore. “Do birfday again?”
He made out like a (very small, uncoordinated) bandit with a lot of toys, most of which were marked for 3+, but hey, he’s a genius. A few photos are attached (thanks Uncle David), more likely to come as they come in.
Not just a son, but a wonderful, happy, developing-incredibly-fast boy who’s reached one of those inevitable milestones that’s simultaneously exciting and terrifying. On September 27th, Cooper turned one.
The double-sided reaction is still there: I can’t believe he’s already a year old / I can’t believe he’s only a year old. But it’s starting to slide a bit towards the ‘already’ side, which I suppose means I’m (finally) settling in to this whole fatherhood thing.
In lieu of a big to-do, we had nice little get together for his birthday, just the grandparents and uncle David (who we have to thank for the cake photos). There were some presents – including a reunion with a former favorite daycare toy, which was a bit of a showstopper – and of course, the first cake.
If I have my math right, here’s approximately 9,000 words describing the event…