Little A's Birthday

Our little guy had the nerve to turn 2.

Someone forgot to tell him to S.T.O.P stop. We have turned a corner in our home, though, and I can't say I mind too much. I will be doing dishes and not hear the boys... I wonder what's wrong (you know what I mean- quiet plus toddlers usually equals a disaster of sorts) and peak on the kiddos. No disaster to be found, in fact, they are sitting side by side playing legos. He-llo! When did this happen? The other half of the time, they are screaming at each other to give back this toy or that car. We win some, we lose some. 

Now that Aaron is a Big Boy and is doing big boy things and can play with his brother it feels different. We don't have babies in our house anymore, and it is strange, strange, strange.

We celebrated Aaron's birthday during our family camping trip on the Sonoma Coast. It was a lovely time with the family and I will post pictures soon. Maybe tomorrow. Ha.

He had two requests: cupcakes with stars and turtles and a donut. On your birthday you get to pick what you want. So donuts and cupcakes it was. Green smoothies for breakfast the rest of the time. Donuts on your birthday. Liam spent a good half an hour walking the aisles of Toys R Us to finally pick out Mr. Potato Head for Aaron's gift. A not-so-patient four year old needed his brother to open it during breakfast time on his birthday. It was a big hit. For both of them. 

Aaron and I drove to the campground after nap time, meanwhile Mom, Ryan and Liam had been setting up camp for 2 hours. I won on that end of the stick. My Mom and I were stuck de-camping at the other side of the trip, though, so it evened out in the end. Except for Mom.

 A new bike for his birthday! Aaron has been blessed with shorty-legs, thank you Shull Family, and cannot reach the pedals on any normal bike, including the one that Liam rode as a little guy. This doesn't stop him from wanting to ride a bike so, so, so badly. After trying out a myriad of trikes, bikes, balance bikes, etc. we found that this little quasi-stroller was a win-win for us all. He feels like he is biking, I don't have to bend over to push him along, and I don't end up carrying the bike home after he can't scoot it along anymore. And the handle can come off when he is ready to pedal on his own. 

 After dinner came the cupcakes. They were from a box. Packing and setting up camp was all I could handle. I am the first to admit when my plate is full, and it was full. But they did have turtles and stars.

 Aside from the maltodextrin and artificial flavors, Aaron didn't seem to mind.