Andrew turned two today!
I admit that I was actually a little surprised to realize that he's only just now turning two. He's been acting like a two-year-old for quite a while now, and I was already thinking of him as being two. I hope that doesn't mean that the terrible twos, I mean, uh.... terrific twos... are going to get worse now that he's actually two...
He's been so sweet today, though, and he had a really fun birthday. It's always so fun when they know what a birthday is all about and can enjoy it.
His Grandma gave him new boots which he sorely needed and is very excited about. I was praying he wouldn't ask to sleep in them, because that's the sort of thing he would do. He got lots of new little cars and trucks, too, though he spent more time lining them up neatly on the floor than playing with them. He definitely has a little case of two-year-old OCD, I'd say. After he finished eating his cake, he couldn't get down from his chair until he had stacked all the cake plates within his reach and laid the forks neatly on top of the stack. All things decently and in order, unless it's contradicts his will in which case he always just opts to roll on the floor and yell "NO".
Life is so complicated for a tot and there's just so much to learn to make it all tolerable.
It helps to be cute.
Happy second birthday to my sweet little chunka-lunka hunka-monka! (For some reason, I have more nick-names for this guy than all the others put together.)