Even with two cameras yesterday - there are almost no clear pictures of my boy's second birthday. Why? He didn't hold still from the second he woke up until the second he went to bed. A whirlwind of excitement...balloon loving excitement.
It was one of the best days we've ever had. We met our dad for lunch - the Monkey wanted a hot dog so to 5 guys it was. He at the whole thing, drank most of his root beer with lemon and even ate a few Cajun fries - even though it looked like he might break out in hives while doing it. Then it was off to the aquarium where he was in jelly fish loving heaven. We were there an hour - there isn't an hour's worth of stuff to look at, but that's how long we were there.
Jelly fish, nemo fish and sharks - the boy was in heaven. The mama whose afraid of marine life? Not so much, but I survived and manged to find some plastic jelly fish in the aquarium to appease the crazy boy.
He fell asleep on our way to get Uncle MeMe...a special birthday present in and of itself - he spent the afternoon with us and the napless, crazy two year old made MeMe so tired, he even fell asleep for a little while on the floor. Once Woss got home, MeMe and I made a break for it to get a special surprise - some "bai-yoons" for the birthday boy. Never in my life would I have imaged how in love he'd be with some helium balloons but he was. He held one almost all night long, held it while we maneuvered his jammies around the string, held it in one hand and his blanket in the other watching his 'bedtime movie' and couldn't rest until it was safely secured right next to his crib.
Everyone braved the super thick fog to trek to our house for the party - even my grandparents. It took them over an hour - and they got a little lost but they made it. My grandma was so relieved that they survived the journey - and that she'd put a new tank of oxygen in her little carrier before they left the house - with the drive and the weather - she needed all 4 hours that little tank was giving her.
The Monkey let everyone help him open presents - being very judicious with so many grandparents around. He LOVED every gift, and all the Thomas the Train stuff - he didn't say Thanks too many times but hopefully the excitement on his face was enough for everyone.
The hits of the night, besides the balloons, were blowing out candles (he blew his out three times...good thing we learned and have practiced that skill - no spitting at all), and of course, Auntie HaEEE. She brings out the crazy in him and last night, with their Kung Fu-Karate Kid-Godzilla moves we were all laughing so hard I'm surprised there weren't more tears.
I was so happy yesterday - this crazy boy of mine is so loved by his family. It was an amazing day of love and generosity and jellyfish and exuberant, bounding energy.
No wonder he woke up at 4:30 this morning...I think he was ready for another day all about him.
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