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.
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- The OctoPod!
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- Playing
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- We don’t need no stinkin’ naps
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- After cake, we sleep.
What a great second birthday! Maybe the best part was the second round of the Happy Birthday song. Or perhaps it was the cake, iced with Bruce the shark, or when Cooper opened his toy planes and said, smiling, “bul dog!” Or perhaps the bubbles, or the Aquanaughts, or the gears, or just the whole afternoon when everyone was smiling and very, very happy.
What a day, dear Cooper. Now you are two.
He definitely loved the singing and seemed to take a shine to the idea of birthday. Taking him to daycare on Tuesday, there was a sign on the door to his room which I read out loud to him – “Happy Birthday Cooper” – and he grinned ear-to-ear.
On Wednesday or Thursday they gave it to us to take home, and he’ll still pick it up and say “Happy birfay a you.”
I dare say #3 will be a big deal.