the Terror is Two!

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!

Who says birthdays have to cost a lot of money? This fun car was a Craigslist find :)

Grandma and Grandpa further fulfilled his wildest car dreams with Rumblin' Chuck and his friends.

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!