Do you think he's TWO or what?

So, it's been a while since I posted. But since I note an appalling lack of comments from readers, I feel no guilt about this-- well, maybe a teeny bit, but not much. Somehow I found this very amusing blog-- http://borrowedlight.blogspot.com -- okay, let's face it, I was probably blog-stalking or whatever it's called. Anyway, I noticed she has the following page element below her list of archived posts:

"If You Choose Not to Comment...
...that's fine - just be aware that I may die. Really. Because every person who reads without commenting kills off another little piece of my SOUL. I just wanted you to know. So you can, you know, have a clear conscience at my funeral. Which might be soon. No pressure though. "

I considered adding it to my blog, too, but I guess that's plagiarism. Anyway, you get the point, right? But, no, I didn't comment on her blog, because she already gets 30+ comments a post. I don't think she's going to die any time soon.

Okay, to the title of this post. The kiddo turned two on Saturday. I decided not to have a party with guests, invitations, decorations, etc. because I realized that I would only be doing it because that's what I think the "Perfect Mother" would do. I also realized that it would be a lot of effort and expense, not to mention the STRESS on his perfectionist Mommy for something he will not remember in the future. It was also Youth Conference weekend, so between that (their parents serve in the youth programs) and vacations, most of the few kids he knows wouldn't be able to go.

So here's what we did. I decided to try to fill his day with lots of his favorite things.

• His Gobby, the light of his life, was here.
• He got to wear his Michigan shirt.
• We sang to him.
• We took him to Storytime at the Library.
• We had Pizza for dinner.
• We opened presents. For the first time, he REALLY enjoyed this and knew exactly what to do. He calls it "opening packages." :)
  
• We went to the grocery store. Yes, he does love this. I'm not even joking.
  
• We listened to Buddy Holly.
• We read stories.
• He got to eat a cookie.
• On Sunday, we had his cake. He LOVED the chocolate frosting, and put his hands in it before we even got the candles on.
• On Monday, we met Daddy at Cold Stone Creamery during his lunch hour and shared his free Love It size "Signature Creation." If you have a Cold Stone in your area, you should really sign up for their birthday club. YUM.
  

He seems to have enjoyed all of his gifts, but his favorites might be the magnetic numbers and the faux MagnaDoodle that I bought for 88 cents each. It doesn't take much to make them happy at this age.

EXCEPT-- that every day since then, Kiddo has had at least one tantrum. He doesn't like what I give him to drink, there's (gasp) veggies on his pizza (as there always has been, mind you), he wants cookies for breakfast and we don't have any, he doesn't want his diaper changed, he wants Daddy to come home from work NOW, he can't listen to the same CD three times in a row, he doesn't want to go to bed, his Gobby went back to her house, the food is taking too long to cook, we returned his favorite DVDs to the Library.... the list goes on. Evidently, Kiddo has a mean, mean mommy. And don't get me started on his reaction to having his fingernails and toenails cut. I swear, our neighbors must think we torture the poor kid. Nope, he's just asserting his desire for independence. So, I'm really tired these days. And to think I wanted him to hurry up and be a toddler because they can talk and are more interesting... where has my placid little baby gone? :(


Well, if I can recall where I put my camera, I'll try to post some photos. Right now I think I need a nap.