The Owlie turned two over the weekend. A very small part of me wanted to totally ignore his birthday because then he wouldn’t get any older. Seriously. Two? How on earth did that happen?
We snuck over to the old farmhouse in our neighborhood for a quick birthday photo shoot. It didn’t go too great. But after bribing my boy with a lolly, he sad still for a second and grinned like a fool.
His birthday was low key but happy. He got to play outside with the hose for an hour and his cousin Sam even played human target.
Then our in-town family joined us for cupcakes and presents. The birthday boy ate three! cupcakes and blew out his candles all by himself, clapped and danced while we sang to him, and oohed and aahed as he opened gifts.
We love you Owlie boy. Two years has flown by.