Joseph turned two on Saturday. He marked the day with cake, ice cream and a much practised skill of raising his hand, carefully folding down three fingers and joyfully saying, "Two." Although it sounds more like do, we all know what he's getting at. Any of you unfamiliar with a second birthday might be interested to know that such a birthday means next to nothing to he who has gained the year. However, if the birthday boy happens to be at the end of a run of four children, any birthday means everything to those who came before. After all, if you're not getting presents, at least your younger (slightly unaware) sibling (who happens to nap for most of the afternoon leaving any gifts unguarded) is on the receiving end of a variety of fun and ooh-I-can't-wait-to-get-my-hands-on-those presents. Here he is entering the room with much pomp and circumstance. Yes, he always wears those pajamas - he refuses any others.
"Oh, a card."
"And a backpack filled with books and trains."
"Oh, look, my older brother has stolen the books while attempting to look like a version of Michael J. Fox circa 1989." (He turned up the collar himself, folks. The raised eyebrow is courtesy of my maternal grandmother.)
Ah, yes, Thomas. What little boy's life would be complete without the smiling blue train?
And a Band in Box. Made in China. The skin on the tambourine broke within 15 minutes of
de-boxing.
Bu the triangle is virtually indestructible.
And so are the cymbals.
Pizza is also good for birthdays; especially for birthday boys who failed to sleep the night before their birthdays leaving their mothers so tired that anything other than takeout is unthinkable. Yes, it's all true.
But at least I'm charming and, although
blond, I have inherited my mother's propensity to smile with two eyes of varying sizes.
And here's the highlight. This bottle cake was Hannah's idea. Yes (oh, the shame), Joseph still takes (well, more like relishes) a bottle. Thus, Hannah thought it would be funny to see what he would think of a cake topped by a bottle. Would he take the bottle or the cake? You'll have to wait for the video.
He enjoyed both. You might say they were the perfect combination.
Thank you very much.
Joseph turned two on Saturday. He marked the day with cake, ice cream and a much practised skill of raising his hand, carefully folding down three fingers and joyfully saying, "Two." Although it sounds more like do, we all know what he's getting at. Any of you unfamiliar with a second birthday might be interested to know that such a birthday means next to nothing to he who has gained the year. However, if the birthday boy happens to be at the end of a run of four children, any birthday means everything to those who came before. After all, if you're not getting presents, at least your younger (slightly unaware) sibling (who happens to nap for most of the afternoon leaving any gifts unguarded) is on the receiving end of a variety of fun and ooh-I-can't-wait-to-get-my-hands-on-those presents. Here he is entering the room with much pomp and circumstance. Yes, he always wears those pajamas - he refuses any others. 
"Oh, a card." 
"And a backpack filled with books and trains."
"Oh, look, my older brother has stolen the books while attempting to look like a version of Michael J. Fox circa 1989." (He turned up the collar himself, folks. The raised eyebrow is courtesy of my maternal grandmother.)
Ah, yes, Thomas. What little boy's life would be complete without the smiling blue train?
And a Band in Box. Made in China. The skin on the tambourine broke within 15 minutes of de-boxing.
Bu the triangle is virtually indestructible.
And so are the cymbals.
Pizza is also good for birthdays; especially for birthday boys who failed to sleep the night before their birthdays leaving their mothers so tired that anything other than takeout is unthinkable. Yes, it's all true.
But at least I'm charming and, although blond, I have inherited my mother's propensity to smile with two eyes of varying sizes.
And here's the highlight. This bottle cake was Hannah's idea. Yes (oh, the shame), Joseph still takes (well, more like relishes) a bottle. Thus, Hannah thought it would be funny to see what he would think of a cake topped by a bottle. Would he take the bottle or the cake? You'll have to wait for the video.
He enjoyed both. You might say they were the perfect combination.
Thank you very much.
1 comment:
A very happy belated birthday to Joseph! I love all the photos - definitely getting me excited to celebrate Norah's second b-day in January.
(My word verification is "dempsy". I find that odd...)
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