Last Monday, our sweet Jake turned two years old. For all of you who couldn’t be here (and that’s pretty much everyone), here are some of the highlights of his special day.
Jake woke up to me singing Happy Birthday to him and he was a little cranky about it, to be honest. After breakfast and a cuddle, he got to open his first present of the day.
Which was sidewalk chalk.
After we got all uncrankied and dressed for the day, we went outside and played with new present. It was a very cold, rainy morning, which was appropriate since it was a cold, rainy morning the day he was born.
And then he played with the sprinkler head he found laying on the ground.
“Can I swing with you Mama?”
It quickly got too cold and rainy and so we headed inside to get warm.
Jake and his beloved “Nenny” that he got from Mama Kate and Papa Jake. He slept with that blanket the first night he came home from the hospital and he’s been pretty attached every since.
Then, birthday snack. Which is just like regular snack, with the addition of the Happy Birthday Song.
“Rain, rain, go away. Come again on a day that isn’t my birthday! I wanna go outside and play.”
“I get TWO cups on my birthday? No way!”
After we played, I made his birthday cake (angel food cake with butter frosting and sprinkles, which is really the birthday cake I always remember having). We talked about his cake a lot and he seemed kind of excited about it, but I was pretty sure he wouldn’t actually want any.
Here he’s “helping” me by making sure the oven light stays on…the chore I give to him when I’m using something I don’t want him to touch.
I wish I could have a video of this moment, because he’s making the same high pitched sound the hand mixer was making. It makes me laugh every time.
Then, it was nap time so I could get the rest of his presents ready. Thankfully, the rain stopped long enough for me to get my next suprise ready for him.
Jake loves to garden with me. Since he’s only two, he is pretty indiscriminate about what things he pulls up, where he digs, and how he uses the sharp tools. I’ve caught him running with my gardening claw one too many times to keep any less than an eye and a half on him while we are working outside.
So, I decided it was time to get him his own tools that would be safe and give him his very own little place to dig and explore without me having to replant a sad little vegetable. I went to Walmart the night before and bought every bright colored, buriable thing I could find for under ten bucks.
“I have to walk HOW far?”
“Hey, Mama! Look at this stick! Can you even believe it?”
“No more walking, please. It IS my birthday after all.”
“I got a shovel!”
“And a belly. Oh, wait. I had that already.”
“This is really for me?”
Jake become somewhat blurry around the edges when we tried to get him to actually EAT some of the cake. Oh well. Maybe next year.
Next, birthday cards…
Goodnight, Birthday Boy.
I love you so, so, so much. I love being your Mama and I look forward to holding your hand and heart throughout the next year. Happy Birthday, Jacob Grayden.