An Entire Day Of Celebrating Our Two-Year-Old

Well.

We have had ourselves a weekend.

Part of it has been filled with pain and suffering, because I took Thing 2 in to see his pediatrician for his well-baby, two-year-old check-up.  She examined him and declared that he was handsome and smart and athletic and busy, and then she looked in his ears.  That’s when she said, “Um… and he has a double ear infection.”  The thing with our toddler is this:  He seems to be immune to the pain that would flatten other children his age.  He has not complained about his ears a single time, but he’s OH-SO-VERY-VOCAL about how taking his antibiotic is going to KILL HIM DEAD.

Then Hubs began complaining about how he was very possibly going to DIE A SLOW AND TORTUROUS DEATH, because HIS EAR!  HIS EAR HURT SO BAD!  He went to the walk-in clinic, where he discovered he was paddling the same boat that Thing 2 was floating in, because ADULT MAN EAR INFECTION.

Which means that Hubs has spent the rest of his weekend on a beanbag in front of the fireplace, with the level of heat set to VAPORIZE.

It has been so hot in our house, even our walls are sweating.

And then Thing 2 decided to wake up at 11:00 last night, because MY!  That little stretch of sleep from 7 to 11 PM was a FANTASTICALLY REFRESHING NAP!  And then Thing 2 stayed awake until 3:30 this morning.

Don’t think that I don’t look at bottles of Benadryl with great longing.

So that’s what we’re dealing with.  The heat in this house, the fact that Hubs is growing a basketball with daggers all over it in his ear, because OH, THE SWELLING!  And OH, THE PAIN!, and a total lack of sleep.

And then we welcomed in the SET YOUR CLOCKS FORWARD AND LOSE AN HOUR OF YOUR SLEEP morning.

I’m sure y’all will forgive me if I ramble this evening.

Anyway.

Thing 2 had a right-smack-fine birthday on Wednesday.  It didn’t take him any time at all to learn the fine art of ripping brightly-colored wrapping paper off of boxes, as he shouted out, “Present!”

Thing 2 started off his morning by opening a package of orange M&Ms from our friend, Lisa.  And… because it was his birthday… Hubs and I broke the HEALTHY OATMEAL AND PEARS PROTOCOL, and we let the toddler eat those M&Ms for breakfast.  He was plum, dadgum thrilled.  It’s also the reason that Thing 2 has an orange chin in most of his birthday snapshots.

IMG_2476 IMG_2479 IMG_2480 IMG_2463 IMG_2483 IMG_2484 IMG_2486 IMG_2488 IMG_2489 IMG_2490 IMG_2491 IMG_2494And then, Daddy and Mama bought Thing 2 a train set for his birthday.  It came complete with forty-six miles of plastic tracks to decorate your floors and coffee table with.  It has become a giant hindrance to vacuuming, but Thing 2 loves it.

IMG_2498 IMG_2499 IMG_2501 IMG_2502 IMG_2513 IMG_2515 IMG_2516 IMG_2522 IMG_2535 IMG_2542 IMG_2553Mam and Pa had gifts for Thing 2 on Wednesday morning, too.

They gave him more train cars for his tracks!

IMG_2556 IMG_2557 IMG_2565 IMG_2574 IMG_2577Thomas the Train has already put seventy-three thousand miles on his odometer here at the Jedi Manor since Wednesday.

After Thing 2 and I had collected the boy from school on Wednesday afternoon, we drove out to Sister’s house, because listen:  NEW PUPPY!  Oh, the new puppy wasn’t for us, because we can barely handle Thing 2 during the nighttime hours; Hubs and I have no desire to be up, practicing POTTY TRAINING with a puppy in the middle of the night, too.

There’s a definite limit to how much crazy you can have in your lives at one time.

But Sister’s toddler, Cousin H, sleeps all night long.  Every night of the week.  It’s because she understands the Bible verse on children being obedient to their parents.  So, with no one to really get them up for extended periods of time in the middle of the night, Sister and Sister’s Husband thought that YES!  They could totally run a puppy outside at 2 AM.

Little Bella is a yellow lab, and she is just six weeks old.  She’s tiny and adorable.

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Yes.

Our boys have TOTALLY begged for a puppy this week.

Sister has baby gates all over her house to keep Bella off of the carpet, until she learns that her bathroom is OUTSIDE.  The baby gates keep Cousin H confined to the tile and hardwood floors, as well.  Thing 2 instantly showed H that, “Hey!  If you want to go upstairs where all the carpet is, you just put a foot here and vault it.  It’s not even a challenge; 98% of it is mental, little girl!”

Cousin H was very concerned that maybe the adults in the room should witness the criminal activity that Thing 2 was persuading her to take part in.

On Wednesday evening, Grammy and Papa came over to our house for a pizza dinner and more presents.
IMG_2627 IMG_2628 IMG_2634 IMG_2641 IMG_2643 IMG_2647Thing 2 BEGGED for scissors, so that he could “Cut it!  Cut it!”  Hubs and I decided that using scissors is a great practice of fine motor skills, and he IS two, y’all.  It’s not like he’s a little one-year-old any more who needs to be kept away from scissors.
IMG_2649 IMG_2670 IMG_2674 IMG_2652 IMG_2653 IMG_2660 IMG_2662 IMG_2680 IMG_2683Grammy and Papa brought over a little, yellow cake for Thing 2.
It was shaped like a monster.
This was, by no means, a reference to anyone’s little personality.
IMG_2692 IMG_2694 IMG_2697 IMG_2700 IMG_2708 IMG_2710 IMG_2713 IMG_2714And that was a wrap on Thing 2’s birthday.
But then, because Hubs and I ordered it kind of late and because shipping took a sweet forever, Thing 2’s big present from us arrived on Friday evening.
Some assembly was required, and our toddler was more than happy to assist his daddy in this.
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As can be expected, we have learned that Thing 2 is a bit of a daredevil on his new birthday bike.

He has already shown us that he can handle some circus-style stunts by standing on the seat.  I think he’s ready to jump through the flaming hoops with the poodles.

The anxiety of his brave bike riding skills is enough to send you back to bed, on a beanbag in front of the fireplace.

Y’all have a happy Sunday evening.

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