Happy Birthday Baby Boy!
My baby turned 2. It was a big day. We had the neighborhood kids over for cake and ice cream. (So far I have successfully avoided full-out planned parties.) Matthew helped with the preparations by decorating Joseph's poster with rocket ships, aliens, and the moon, complete with craters.
And as a heads up to other moms: Birthday Crowns--the best craft ever. Works for most any age, requires little preparation--just some poster board and foam stickers and tape--keeps kids busy for quite a while, and gives them something to take home.
Joseph blew out his two candles with the help of some friends and according to Chris, this cake required the accompaniment of far less milk than my usual cakes. I suppose that's a compliment. Thanks honey.
Last year after cake Joseph required a hose-down on the deck. This year was cool and rainy so he ended up in the shower, and for quite a different reason. After dessert I stripped Joseph down to just his diaper and let him run off to play with the other kids. We adults were chatting and cleaning up the kitchen when Joseph walked up to me with outstretched hand wanting it to be wiped off. As I bent with a wet dish towel the thought flickered through my mind, "I'm pretty sure none of that cake frosting was grayish-brown." In my mili-second of hesitation I heard the dreaded words, "Ahh, is that p--?!," followed by a scream from my friend Tara, "Where did it come from!" My first response was, "Seriously Tara. Where did it come from? You've got two boys of your own. If you don't know the answer to that question your husband is WAY too helpful." Well, it wasn't frosting, I'll tell you that. I gave Chris the option of kid or carpet, he chose carpet and I took Joseph up to the shower. And this is why he opened his presents in his pajamas :).
Ever since helping Grammy with the tools in the basement he has been trying to hammer stuff. Uh, I wouldn't get to close there, Will.
Our fresh and clean baby finished off his party with his favorite activity. Wrestling with Daddy.
And now my baby is a toddler. So I suppose I shouldn't call him a baby any more. But I think I will. And I think I will still let him have his rag and paci, and not mind that he still talks mostly in signs and screams rather than words. I think I will still bring him into bed with me rather than let him cry it out, and I will still cling to his wispy baby hair, and I'm pretty sure I will still let him have a bowl of cheerios for dinner. Because I have living proof that whether I push it on him or not, he will learn to talk, he will give up his paci, he will eventually have to get his hair cut, and before I know it he will get on a bus and go someplace without me. So, for now, two years old or no, he is still my baby.
9 comments:
Happy birthday Joseph. I feel ya Emily. After sending three off to school, I'm a little hesitant to let the last one grow up.
By the way thanks for making time to visit while you were out here. It was fun to catch up.
What a cutie he is! You gotta love a little poop at a birthday party. It wouldn't be a toddler party without some.
Ahhhh! What is it about our children and poop? Seriously! And Chris has come a long way if he's cleaning it up off the carpet. Remember those nursery days where just LOOKING at another kid's snot made him nearly throw up? You've raised a good man there.
And your baby boy is just beautiful. How is he already TWO? Tell them to stop growing already. Or just have another one. I promise to come sit on your couch and hold it and help. Well, not so much help, but sit there and hold the baby for sure...
that last pic of you and Joseph is FAB! What's up Prom Queen!!! I think I'll call Rocky my baby too until he tells me to kickdown while he's running onto the football field in high school - then I'll just say it when he's not around.
And if there HADN'T been poo at the party - then it wouldn't be a TRUE 2-year old party!!! But I can't believe Joseph it TWO! I remember when you told me you were prego with him... you had just gotten back from UT and we were sitting in front of your fireplace joking about having more kids and thru the laughter you were like, "um, guess what!?!?" Then I peed my pants and said, "Emily, what are we gonna do!?" Ha ha, like I have anything to do with it. You just should've told me, "Butt out!" (Flasback to Gymboree!)
But if you make another announcement anytime soon, maybe you can surprise me and make it to my face, ie. come vist!
he will always be a baby....unless you have more. my baby (baby circle), now married is still my baby circle. It's just how babies don't go. thank goodness
Seriously Emily...I've got two boys that poop more then twice a day, and I was making sure it wasn't one of my boys...Happy Birthday...it was a great party!
So cute. Always enjoy reading your blog. Keep up the good work.
Yea for pooh! Mason decided to unload on our rocks on the front porch yesterday. We are making progress, friend. You are a great momma, woman. I really admire you.
Oh my word! Two years old. I seriously had to do a double take to make sure that wasn't William. I love the story about getting hosed down. It just gives further evidence to my theory that deep down your children all want to be partially nude underwear models, just like their uncle Phil dreams of.
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