My baby turned 2 today. We had an entire weekend of festivities, as I usually do when one of my children has a birthday. On Saturday, we took a tour of the fire station. The kids got to sit in the fire engines, see the tools and gear, and watch a fireman don his full uniform with all components. Even at their very young ages, this tour held their interest. Bean even stated that “I can be a fireman just like him” at the end of the uniform demonstration. I think he might have had stars in his eyes.
Ant was excited and curious, well-behaved and kind. All the things a birthday boy should be. He did not mind sharing his spotlight and patiently waited his turn for all things. After the tour we went home to have a small “party” that really just involved cake/ice cream, gifts, and a glorified playdate in our play room downstairs.
Then today he went and got portraits done; after which we had lunch and games at the mouse’s house that everyone loves (Chuck E Cheese, not Mickey). Although, Ant wanted nothing at all to do with Chuck E when he came out to wish him a Happy Birthday. Can we say FEAR? (but then again, how can you blame him…. A life-sized furry “mouse” getting up in your face might be pretty frightening to you too)
So now my baby is 2. It is hard to believe, but at the same time it seems as though it took him a long time to reach this milestone. For some reason, time is not flying as much as it has with my firstborn. Wonder why that is.
It also seems as though he wanted to wait until turning 2 before trying to talk. This child, who has been largely silent until now, is trying to say everything he hears and then some. Just goes to show what all you mommies out there already know: every kid advances at his own pace. Period.
Happy Birthday, Ant. You are a sweet, precious and charming little boy. You are small, but you are tough. You are quiet, but you are bright. You are the ’surprise baby’, but you have worked your way into the hearts of us all, and you have established yourself as a child who is very much loved and adored and cherished and valued… and most of all WANTED. You are my baby-aby, my stinka-binka and my ella-font. But most of all, you are mine, and I love you so much – I truly could not imagine our little family without you in it. Happy Birthday Baby. You’re 2!
happy birthday to your little boy!