But I digress. Wyatt turned two. Remember that?! I really wanted him to understand what a "Birthday" is but its kind of hard to explain to a two year old. Today is the day we celebrate when you came into this world. That's just confusing. We took books out from the Library. I talked about cake and blowing out candles and sang the "Birthday" song about a million times. And just when I thought he was getting it, he ran up to my dad, threw his little arms around his neck and yelled "Happy Birthday, Pa". So close, Wy, so close. He did understand that he was getting presents and that he was going to blow out candles. And when I asked him who's birthday it was he would say "me." But farther then that I am not quite sure.
We searched on the internet and found instructions on how to make a Pablo from the Backyardigans cake. He asked me to make it everyday and I kept holding him off until his birthday. I don't really cook and hardly ever bake. I try but mostly its out of a box or pre-made cookie dough rolls that get half eaten before baked. I like to cook but it has to be when I feel like it and when I have ample time. So, attempting to make this cake, for company, on a time crunch, was a challenge. Seriously, it took more then a nap time. I even melted Starburst's to mould his beak. I thought it was rather ambitious. Totally worth it the moment Wyatt woke up, spotted it, and yelled "Pablo!!!". He refused to eat any dinner. I would try to feed him and he would run into the kitchen, pointing, and questioning "Pablo cake? Eat Pablo cake?". I caught him reaching up and running his finger around the outside, scooping huge globs into his mouth. Hell, it was his cake so I let him do what he wanted. He asked for it again this morning; could I make another. I told him I would think about it. He was ok with that.
I had a small get together, our family and a few friends. I didn't want anything big, just a few kids running (crawling and drooling more like it) and people to sing to him. There will be time for big parties. Rebecca got him trick candles. The kind that re-light. Wyatt was so confused after he blew them out once and then they lit back up again. When he started sounding like he was going to hyperventilate, Elizabeth and I decided to help him out. I was torn between the candles being frustrating for him or kind of hysterical. But then 3 days after his birthday he asked me to put a candle in his pancakes. I did, of course, and sang. I am sure that didn't help with his understanding that we have celebrated his birthday for about 2 weeks now.
He MADE OUT with presents. After all my hemming and hawing about not knowing what to get him. Rebecca got him this Little Tykes grill that he is constantly cooking up hamburgers and hotdogs on. Aunt Em got him a take apart bulldozer that has screws and a screw gun to put it back together. There are just way too many things to list. Just like the fabulous mother I am, I didn't get him anything. I finally dug my heels into the ground and decided to take that trip to Florida I have been planning for over a year now. I booked our plane tickets the day before his birthday. We are going to Disney World for 3 days and then Nana and Grandpa's for 3 days in March. I am so excited for some sun and a mini getaway. So, I guess I got him something but it didn't necessarily have a bow on it.
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