Last Thursday, my little baby turned two. I don't think Thompson is quite old enough to understand the concept of a birthday, but all day he went around the house saying "beeeert-day, beeeert-day" to himself. And I don't think he minded the constant attention he received and the massive amounts of sugar he got to consume.
We started off the day with some crazy bed-head and birthday pancakes.
After skyping/facetiming with almost all his family, we filled the day with a visit to the train at Barnes & Noble, a free Maggie Moos birthday cone (which was not as kid-sized as advertised), a trip to Toys R Us to use a birthday gift card, and a lunch date with mama. After one busy morning, we headed home for a little nap before meeting Dad at work. However, Thompson apparently follows a strict no-naps-on-birthdays rule.
After dinner (and more sugar), we moved on to presents. We facetimed my family so they could watch Thompson open presents, since they wouldn't be able to be at Thompson's party the next day. The more presents he opened, the more excited he got about the actual opening process.
I think Thompson is now wondering why every day can't be as excitement/treat/present-filled as his birthday. Don't worry T, Christmas is soon!
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