
Oh, this baby of mine, this rambunctious, adorable, hilarious, busy, fuzzy, chubby little person had a birthday. If you ask him how old he is he says, “numbuh doo.” Saying it any other way is just not right.
He is obsessed with snowmen so he naturally wanted a “mo-man cake,” so we gladly obliged. The siblings did the decorating.

Though he really is the center of attention most of the time I think he was happy to be the center of it for his little party. Granny was still here from our weekend away. (Why do I not have any pictures of Granny?) But all he really needed to make everything special was a cake with a candle to blow out

and some ice cream.

I love 2! I think it is the funnest, cutest stage. He can talk– but still in his own way. He plays interactively with his siblings. He makes me call him “Big Mo-man” or “Good Guy” or whatever it is he decides to be. He asks one word questions and the question mark is the look on his face. It’s just fun and cute all around.
Happy birthday bub!

(There’s something hand made in that present I’ll show you tomorrow.)