Tate celebrated his second birthday last week with an explosion of new words: Hi! Shoe! Car! Teeth! Cat! He says them all with exclamation points. Tate lives like an exclamation point.
We had a pajama party breakfast on Saturday morning to celebrate. Pretty much since Tate’s first birthday, I’ve been thinking about a birthday breakfast so that we could have birthday cake consisting a giant pile of donut holes. Both boys LOVE breakfast. Every morning they eat a lumberjack sized breakfast, then a normal sized lunch, then a few bites of dinner. (That’s probably how we should all be eating, fueling our body for the day, then tapering off as we go along.)
It was a great morning: The boys woke up, we brushed their teeth, we started the coffee, and friends started showing up in their pjs. Then we all spent all morning eating and drinking coffee and talking.
And of course, singing Happy Birthday to Tate!
We are big fans of the backyard party, but for an early January birthday, I’m just going to assume we’re going to be inside. You never know what will happen when you let loose the 4 and under crowd in your home, but those kids were all wonderful! The entertainment was provided by blowing up a dozen balloons. (I think it also helped that all our most annoyingly loud or destruction causing toys were hidden in the garage.)
We spent the rest of the day in our pajamas as the coffee and donut high slowly wore off. Happy Birthday Tate – and many more.
MANNNN... can't believe we missed it. C'est la vie. Happy birthday to Tate! Perhaps we'll come over another Saturday in our pjs with a box of donut holes.
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