Two Years Old

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One Year Old.

Two Years Old!

John is two years old today. He is growing up so fast that every time I look at him I see a little boy and not my little baby anymore. That part makes me very very sad. You should see the expressions on his face, he's so easy to read. And the tiny sounds that he makes. In surprise, in wonderment, in amazement, in confusion, in frustration. Although, after speaking with Dawna and Steven, apparently I make the same noises so..no real surprise there. He's still chattering up a storm and more and more there are actual words! He can point out different body parts on himself and on you. He can shout out Riley and make his name into a complete sentence. He yells Daddy. But not Mommy. :( He knows how to say Mommy, just not sure why he doesn't. Sometimes he calls me Daddy. He runs so fast into you and that tries to stick his head between your knees as you walk and he'll laugh and laugh. He grabs onto your hand and pulls you with him on whatever little adventure he wants. He sits on his couch and eats his bedtime snack and watches 5-10 minutes of The Big Comfy Couch. He LOVES Elmo still. I mean LOVES Elmo. (Mowmo) He can turn the lights on but only the kitchen light off since it's accessible by stairs. He can climb up/down stairs but still needs assistance. He loves opening and shutting doors. He knows that Daddy has the remote control. He freaks out when the phone rings and will chatter away until you hand the phone to him and then he stops talking completely.

He's a charmer. He's a loving boy. He's calm, even tempered and laid back. We've been very blessed to have him enter our lives. I love him so much, he is the light of my life.

Birthday Party

Did I ever mention that I was testing out different cupcakes during the weeks leading up to the party? Stupid, I know. A waste of time, I know. But since we weren't doing a store bought cake, I thought that I'd at least put a little effort into it by making cupcakes from scratch. I ended up making the almond cupcakes (pictured below) and double chocolate cupcakes. Both very yummy and super easy. My favorite part? The butter icing. Drool....

See his blue birthday boy party hat? Yeh, I saved it from last year and I will faithfully trot out this hat until he's well into his 30's. It will probably only have one sparkle and one feathery thing left. And instead of reading "Birthday Boy", it will eventually only read "..i d y o". Sadly he didn't want to wear the Birthday Boy hat. Although, he didn't really want to wear this hat very long either.

But oddly enough, Riley was okay with the hat. I eventually asked my sister to take the hat off before he got caught on the trees. I love my dog, he's so funny.

Blowing his two candles out. Candles which took me FOREVER to find. Though I'd have to stick a tealight on there and get him to blow it out.


Look how freaking skinny his arms are. I can't believe how skinny his arms are.

Blue icing!

And even though I specifically SAID no gifts...

He's a walking advertisement for Old Navy.

Thank you to everyone for coming out and sharing John's birthday with us. Seriously, next year no gifts! Maybe I'll just give everyone his RESP account number! This is one little boy that has too many toys! Ever gotten whacked by a plastic golf club? Hurts. Alot.

Are You Talkin' to Me?

Steven just tried again to say that I called him fat. He repeated the same conversation while I sat here and didn't say anything.

Then he stormed out, muttering under his breath.

Well played, dear husband...well played.

He's so funny.

I also think I need to clarify that I think it is important to mention that my waxing lady is Vietnamese. Since I am also oriental, she's always felt the need to "lecture" me on my life like she's my long lost aunt or something. Like when we weren't married, she would "lecture" me on that. And then when we didn't have kids, she'd "lecture" me on that. So I'm not sure if she does this with everyone or just the asians.

Happy Father's Day

Happy Father's Day!

What's Your Sign?

The other day Steven was wearing a new pair of shorts and showed me the waistband. It had folded over a bit. He remarked that he was gaining so much weight that the waistband couldn't stand up anymore. Then this conversation happened:
Steven: Remember only one of us can be fat at the same time. I guess it's my turn.
Me: Are you calling me fat?
Steven: No.
Me: Yes you did. You just said only one of us can be fat. And THEN you said you were fat. So you just called me fat.
And I can start to see the fear in his eyes. To be fair, the entire "only one of us can be fat" theory was started by me a long time ago. When I gained weight the first time and Steven was so skinny, I used to joke that his family must have thought that I ate all the food and didn't feed him. And then when I lost the weight, he coincidentally gained weight.
Steven: I didn't call you fat. YOU called ME fat.
Me: What?
Good move. Get on the attack. Make her get on the defensive. Nice strategy, dear husband.
Steven: You called me fat.
Attack. Attack. Attack.
Me: You're so funny. There's no way out.

And then yesterday I went to my hair salon and the little Vietnamese lady that does my waxing poked me in the belly and said "baby?".

FFFFFUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKK.

alright. I know. I'm fat. That's it, the Gods must be telling me something. I need to lose weight.

Party Time

Finally sent out John's birthday party invitations. So save Sunday June 28th. Thank Goodness for email because my original plan of printing out color invitations and sending them just didn't pan out for a number of reasons. First off, hello I ran out of ink last night. Nice. And then there just isn't that much time to send them out and then expect timely RSVP's from people.

And people, I do expect RSVP's.

I am also a bit stressed because it's really busy at work. At times I think I don't have enough time to breathe and I'm really anxious because I think that I am forgetting something. Something small but oh so important. I guess time will tell.

And in other news...

After a particularly difficult day, I decided to dress up the next day for work and I wore a nice outfit. You know, you feel good about yourself and it will help, I'm a firm believer in this. Anyway, it was a nice swirly summer skirt, slip on heels and a black top. I even wore make up. Then proving to myself that no matter what, I'm still a dork. This is what I proceeded to do during the next 24 hours.

• I was carrying a couple of binders in front of me and managed to walk into a wall, thus giving myself the Heimlich maneuver with said binders
• I walked out of the bathroom at work with my skirt tucked into my underwear
• I went shopping and while trying to tug the shopping cart free, I gave myself another Heimlich maneuver
• then I ran over my own toes with the shopping cart
• the next morning, a co-worker followed me into my office and informed me that my shirt was on inside out

And still, with my optimistic spirit and childlike attitude, I got overly excited when I randomly picked the Donald Duck spoon at work the other day. Because in my heart, I believe that when I get the Donald Duck spoon, then that means I will have a good day.

Weird I know.