It's no surprise, really. He's been breaking us in for quite a while now. But apparently it's official. He's now 2. Or rather, we can mark off 1 out of 4 birthdays this house celebrates in the month of August!
Here's my shot of our little man on his last night of being 1. I was in a bit of a grieving-state.
The first thing T got as a 2 year old was a angelic seranade from the 4 of us.
It might have been the prettiest rendition of Happy Birthday ever.
He totally dug all the attention first thing in the morning.
Aunt Jo sent me this outfit so I could match with my cousins Jackson and Cole. Who doesn't love a man in a muscle T, huh?
Apparently, the distinction between "say cheese" and "squeeze your face as tight as you can" is lost on T-bone.
With the false hope of being able to keep Tobin from having as big a sweet tooth as his mama, his sweet intake has been few and far-between. So this slice of birthday cake his Big Papa made is absolutely spectacular in his book.
The sweetest girls, my Obse and Sela, asked me more than once if they could go buy T a birthday present (with their own $). I finally told them no, to use the money they have saved for something they want. As to be no quitters, they spent a LONG time making him a present instead. What was it? Letters. As in, notes...writing...the art of words on a page. I broke it to them gently that Tobin can hardly even talk. They were unfazed.
This was Mama and Daddy's favorite gift of T's birthday. Amah brought him this hat back from her trip to Scotland. Seriously, we are all about various continents in this family.
In T-Bone's mind, there is no greater thing than tractors, or "Dah" as he says. So Amah hit a home run with not 1 but 2 "Dah's" for the boy's birthday. That, along with the hat...that I love.
Poor man's wrapping paper. Yep, mama wrapped that nugget. However, what's inside was mainly from Nana and Papa in NC.
Here he is, being 2 years and 1 day old. He's getting to experience his gift from Nanny (as he says) and Papa. What is it? Wait for it...wait for it...
It's a push trycicle! Or practically a "dah"! Hurray! This was a smashing success, much to the unbelieveable patience of his big sisters. Mama and Daddy were put to shame.
Please note the pink flowers in the front of the bike.
Thanks Obse and Sela.
Did I mention the patience of his sisters?
Truly, rewards in Heaven are theirs for this!
Completely certain that riding a bike means someone is pushing you wherever you want to go.
Big man with his own wheels!
Practically the speed of light!
Can you see the sassy-girlyness in our girls? It's so funny!
They're quite the fans of any photo-ops!
Well, Bottom's Up everyone!
1 comment:
First off, may I congratulate you with such timely posts recently... secondly, I think your kids are the cutest! Tickles me that your girls are so sassy and T's face is quite possibly the most handsome. Love the update!
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