Ian's turned two yesterday, but the celebration actually began earlier in the week when we made our way down to the river,
We threw down a blanket and kicked off our shoes,
Ian's best buddy Sylvan was there. Remember him? Ian and Sylvan go way back!
It's so fun to watch these boys grow up and mark each milestone together. (Happy Birthday to Sylvan today!)
Then, last night, on his real birthday, we had friends for dinner.
We ate blue jello cloud parfaits,
and Cookie Monster Cake.
(This was easy to make. I just used the frosting that you can squirt from a can for the fur, and crushed oreos for the the mouth!)
We adults were happy that there was some cake left-over after the kids were served!
Oh that boy! I wondered if I should be more sad about my baby turning 2. He's the last one for me you know? One of the sweetest moments of the day came when my midwife called me and retold me his birth story. It seems like a lifetime ago. Thoughtful of her to remind me that it wasn't.
Instead, I find myself smiling as I think about how he can make a crazy huge mess in record time, how he prefers cheese over any other kind of food, how he sprays me with the garden hose, how his buns look in his big-boy underwear, and how he kisses me more than anyone else in this entire house! He keeps me on my toes and keeps me humble. If not for him I might think I know a thing or two about how to raise children. It turns out that I don't actually know much at all.
It's all new with him, and I'm happy for that because it makes for a lifetime of great adventure. Happy Birthday Son. I love you.