Two ... And A Half!

Edited to add: Oh my gosh! I just actually looked back at pictures of the last time we went to this place. Grace was 16 days old.. meaning I just had a c-section 16 days prior, had a newborn, and an almost two-year-old.  What was I doing gallivanting all over this place?! LOL  I remember a person stopping us as we were leaving and asking how old Grace was, her response was "Good for you, Momma! I'd still be locked up in my house" Ha! I now have the perspective to realize what she was talking about! :o)

Joey turned two and a half last Friday and so we took him to a bounce place to celebrate.

He had so much fun and we were amazed at how much more physically adept he was compared to the last time we went, which was when Grace was a few weeks old.  He was able to do everything on his own.

                                          

Gracie Pie enjoyed herself too.

And so did Joe and I. Ha!

I don't think you ever get too old for this stuff.

 Joey is starting to get so brave.

He was backwards, upside down, head first .. you name it.

You should see him at My Gym.  The teachers love him because you can toss him, throw him, flip him, push him (on things.. they don't push him down .. haha) hard and high and he loves it.  He's not afraid of anything. Well, anything except characters doing things 'wong' that will get them in 'twouble' in books and movies.  He's currently petrified of a video of the Isty Bitsy Spider that shows the cartoon spider going by poop because it's not 'sanitwawy.' He covers his eyes with his hands and begs you to turn it off even though he loved it until Joe pointed out that the spider was in poop.  Such is life.

I can't wait to take him to amusement parks this summer.

The orange tongue is evidence of his 'fecial birtday dwink', also know by some as Gatorade.

Simple pleasures.

We came home, let the children nap, and then celebrated with some cake and pizza.

And Joey finally got to have his cake, or 'birtday' / 'party' as he calls it.

I'm pretty sure he thinks the cake is his birthday.

He kept asking us to 'bwing his birtday into the yibing woom' and to tell him what color his birthday was going to be.

He was happy to have an 'orange birtday.'

This is probably only cute to me, because he's my son. But he was dying for this cake.

Ha!

I didn't have it in me to tell him no.

Half way to three, baby. Half way to three!