The baby of the family is two and it's blowing my mind. He woke up to pancakes and we sung him Happy Birthday twice because Shepherd blew out his candles the first time.
Nothing is too good for this kid. We searched for some irrigation geese around businesses and schools to feed some stale bread too (he is really really into "quack quacks") and then picked up some McDonald's and ate it at a park. Then threw more stale bread to fish in a nearby pond.
While he napped I frosted some cookies and once he woke up him and Shep took care of the clean up for me.
That night we had the grandparents over for some pizza and cake. His presents from us included a 6 pack of root beer and a garage sale bicycle. Two things he is obsessed with. Foreshadowing the future perhaps, he is all over empty beer bottles. He likes to carry them around, smell them, pretend drink out of them, pretend "cheers" them...let's call it a quirk. A long time ago Zach and I decided for his birthday we would get him some root beer of his own that he could drink. He LOVED it. I ended up putting it in a huggie so if he dropped it, the bottle wouldn't break. Maybe the huggie also said "Shep's on 6th" (which is a bar in Minnesota.) I think two is a little early to get a bike but he basically pets any bike he see's and begs to just be allowed to sit on them. Zach found this one used and it was a major score. He was ecstatic to have one of his own.
pictures c/o of our resident family photographer Sofie
He really wanted to open presents but also really wanted to eat more pizza. It's a problem we all have if we're honest with ourselves. He said it's my birthday, I'll do both.