Today is Caden's second birthday, and I have to say that two-year-olds get a bad rap. Everyone has heard of the terrible two's, but I think he's more fun now than ever before. I love the fact that he gets jokes. I love the fact that he has opinions and things to say. I can't get enough of his truck/helicopter obsession. I mean, sure, a fight broke out at his birthday party over a super cool silver truck. And yes, the left side of his hair is significantly shorter than the right because of a total meltdown during a haircut. But still... I love it.
We had a party on Saturday and invited his neighborhood buddies, plus my family -his Auntie Cathy made a special trip down just for special day. We stuffed them with cake and ice cream, then let the hilarity ensue.
Opening presents... going okay so far...
Silver truck is opened... all hell breaks loose. Daddy is a little stressed.
Here's the truck. It IS very cool, and I can understand the stir that it caused. You needed a screwdriver just to get it out of its packaging. Very cool. The doors, trunk and hood all open. Super cool. Under the hood is a scale model of a real engine and in the trunk is a pimped out speaker system. This had the dads trying to get their hands on it too.
Our little man went to sleep that night feeling loved and stuffed full of cake. And under his arm, pressed close to his shark jammies, was that truck.
