September 25th, 2012
My little man turned two on Sunday. At the moment, he’s remarkably free of “terrible twos” symptoms, with the exception of the steady stream of “incident reports” that come home from school, chronicling his tendency to bite, hit, pinch, shove and otherwise torment his classmates. In his defense, he’s also on the receiving end of all the above on a regular basis. It’s like Lord of the Flies in there. Tough age.
In any case, we had a lovely day celebrating Buggie boy. Here’s five things that stood out for me:
1) Watching Buggie slowly embrace the birthday concept. When I woke him up in the morning, I lovingly announced that it was his birthday. He glared at me and growled a firm – “no.” Miss Mouse received the same response when she tried to explain it to him. By mid-morning, after a number of birthday wishes from church friends, he’d begun to embrace the concept and was soon proudly declaring to any and all that he was TWO.
2) Big sister’s joy at his day. Miss Mouse is an awesome big sister most days and she shone on her brother’s birthday. I was worried she’d be jealous, but she seemed to be totally content to celebrate him. She helped me wrap his presents and assisted in cake decorating. The fact that her own birthday is only a few weeks ahead may have helped her have patience!
3) Hearing Buggie’s longest sentence to date: “Happy Birthday cake all gone.”
4) The satisfaction of picking the perfect presents. We try to keep things simple in the gift department and Buggie’s “main” gifts were two Good Dog Karl books from my parents and a wooden carved train with the cars in the shape of the letters of his name from us. The total cost for both gifts was probably under $30 and he could not have been happier. He recognized the books instantly and shrieked “CARL!” at the top of his lungs with glee. The rest of the day, he alternated between pushing his train around and singing “choo choo” and flipping through the books chanting “Happy Birthday Carl” to himself. Score.
5) Dinner with friends. We avoided a true birthday party but kept our Sunday Suppers tradition going and chose a family with kids, albeit 13 and 17 years old, respectively. It was perfect. These amazing boys (and the older son’s girlfriend) are champs. You’d think they wanted nothing more in life than to play with my children. The adults hung out and chatted and watched the kids romp around the back yard after a good dinner and some scrumptious pumpkin bars.