Sheesh.
And, honestly, my picture taking skills on that day were pretty lacking, so it's not like you were really missing out on anything. Ugh.
Anyway, here's what we've got. (My apologies, Aaron. Let's pretend that the 1,500 pictures of your first year will make up for a severely lackluster second year in pictures.)
Opening presents from Grandma before his birthday. Joy!
He liked this one.
Nice smile Daddy!
Tearing paper is the BEST part.
(My hallway isn't yellow...it was nighttime, which makes the lighting for my camera funny without the flash.)
Funny face...obviously a blog necessity.
Happy Birthday signs I made Aaron.
Aaron is TWO!
Cookie cake...a last minute change from a traditional cake, since Aaron spent the entire week before his birthday repeating "No bird-day pah-ty. No bird-day cake." Riiiiight. And, just to be clear, no one should feel bad for poor Mommy who spent weeks working on the decorations, since it's my fault he's afraid of birthday cakes. In the two months since, however, we've made some serious progress on the birthday cake front. Tutu's birthday in October had some tears, but I have high hopes for my birthday next week. We'll see.
Not a flattering photo, but 1) it's a cute shot of Aaron's birthday crown (made by Aunt Frice/Trice) and 2) I'm totally making an Aaron face. Or he's making a me face. Whichever.
Happy Birthday Baby!
Our baby is TWO!
Daddy is Chief Present Opening Assistant in this family. It was a big job, but they were up to the task.
Books!
Toys! Letters! It's like these people all KNEW this kid was a letter-freak.
Oh wait, they did. Because he's not shy about it all. But seriously, he got some awesome presents that he loves dearly. Thank you!!
The kids all decorated cupcakes outside...except the birthday boy, who looked at me like I was CRAZY for suggesting he touch the icing. Mommy, the icing would make my fingers DIRTY. My child, through and through.
And that's about it. Oh, I didn't add any of the photos of him crying during the Happy Birthday singing. You can probably imagine how that looked. Tragic.
Finally, to my baby on his birthday, Happy Birthday, sweet pie. You're two. That's just ridiculous. You are so smart and learning new things everyday, I can barely keep up with you. I'm so aware that your world is going to be rocked in January and so I'm trying desperately to soak up every little minute that we have left as a family of three. You're a sweet boy, a smart boy and a generally good listener. We are so blessed by you. You've made us love more than we ever knew we could. I can't wait to see what this year holds for you and for our family. We love you more each and everyday!