A certain little boy turned two years old on August 14th, and since the Drama Queen and I would be away on our Canadian wilderness adventure during that time, we planned the Spud's birthday celebration the Saturday before we left.
The Spud is easy to please - give him some corn dogs and cake, and any gift with wheels will do.
He skillfully removed the fancy wrapping from his gift:
And folks, let me tell you, yes, that expression was accompanied by several shrieks of utter delight. Only two and he has his own car!
Top it all off with a Little Einsteins rocket cake complete with Kool-aid cherry frosting sweet enough to put you in a sugar coma for a week! :)
I still can't believe my baby is two! I no longer have a baby in the church nursery (the first time in 4 1/2 years), and the Spud is already making strides in taking over the 2-3's class.
Seriously, the title of this post is only slightly a joke. The Spud's specialty is terror, whether it be destroying the house wall by wall or attacking his siblings with gusto. I am already envisioning the phone calls we are going to get from his teacher when he goes to school. "Michael is so smart, but..."
Ha, I love my little monster! He gives me the fiercest hugs and best kisses and is the greatest for making me laugh. Happy 2nd Birthday, Spud!