hey keats, guess what? you're TWO now! yes, i know. it was last month, but it's taken me a while to post about it, and i do want to post it so i don't forget you at this time.
we celebrated you from dawn to dusk.
while the stars twinkled i quietly decorated for you. and when the sun greeted the day, we lit two candles in mason jars the girls had decorated, and balloons and streamers called out to you that it was your special day.
just like last year, your favorite things are still balloons and balls, but this year you've added doggies and muunnnnneey (money, or anything the size of coins that you can play with in your fingers.) so i packed the hallway outside your door full of balloons and when you opened your bedroom door, you shrieked with excitement, "Boons!" You didn't leave that hallway for a good 40 minutes. i missed the inital photo op where you were all smiles-- by the time i got my finger on the trigger, you were deep in balloon concentation mode.
after opening a few presents and breakfast, we went off to meet some friends at the park and go boat riding. quickly, "boat" became a new fave in your lexicon and every couple of days since then you ask, directly, "Mom. Boat."
i can't even begin to fathom how the last two years have flown by so quickly, how you went from this or this to my beautiful little, sweet, sensitive, strong, two year old BOY. because you are: full. blown. boy. and i am loving every second and inch of it/you.
you are beginning to really use your words, stringing together little phrases now. your most recent, which you say with a proud smirk, is "i dunnooooooo." you have the sweetest sounding, most agreeable, heartmelting "yea" in the whole world, and your "no's" can also fall into that category. but if you're not happy, which is rare, the "no" is quite defiant and loud. :)
if you get hurt, you don't seek comfort -- you get frustrated and mad and will often run off into the corner. i have to coax you with my soft words, but eventually your frustration subsides and you let me pick you up and comfort you.
you're such a good brother to your sisters. if one of them gets hurts or cries, you are quick to point it out to me, concerned, and are quick to offer comfort. you are quick to laugh, quick to hug, and you are still my little snuggle bunny. i love you so....
but back to your day: after the park and the boat rides, we came home for nap and later, a little afternoon family (and a few family friends) birthday party.
i stuffed the pinata mostly with coins, ball stickers, and just a few of the healhiest, least nutritionally offensive candies i could find. (we'd just come off of easter and the kids were already sugar overloaded.)
then there was the cake. i am not really a baker, but three times a year, for the kids birthdays, i feel excited to test my baking prowess. i feel like i should have in my cooking repertoire an amazingly divine vanilla cake that i can whip up from scratch and birthdays give me the opportunity to practice. so i scoured the internet and found this really popular baking blog (which for the life of me i can't remember which one it was) and decided on a recipe that promised to deliver "the moistest, most delicious" hands-down vanilla cake ever, with the most perfect not-too-sweet vanilla frosting.
it was the moistest cardboad with the most disgustingly buttery icing i've ever had the displeasure of eating. but.not to worry. i prettied it up with some pom poms (continuing with the "ball" theme), we lit that puppy up with a sparkler, sang our little hearts out to Happy Birthday CHA-CHA-CHA! and partied on. plus keats still devoured it. :)
a necessity: giant red balloon.
so happy birthday, my sweet little love, happy second year.
thank you for al that you are.