Big 2

Monday we celebrated the second anniversary of a 6.1lb growth removed from Boa's abdomen; or, Kachow's 2nd birthday.

This is what he has to say about it:

v m,d'n gvhwmwmwmwmwmwmwmwmwmwmwm,,,,m thamks,.mm m x9hxsjdkf;vsd.v cbabclvccz cxcvty

Yes, that was all him, including the "thamks." Anyhow, Boa and I decided it would be really cool to fill his room with ballons while he was sleeping so he would get a huge surprise when he woke up.

We thought it was a ton of ballons, mainly because we were both feeling very funny after blowing up that many ballons, but when we put them in his room we realized it would take a LOT more to cover the floor. The morning of Kachow's birthday, Boa awoke to screams from Kachow's room of "YEAH!" She opened the door, and there he was:

As you can tell from the picture, not many of the baloons made it through the night, but he is still having a blast with all of the baloons that are left. Since it's his b-day, he gets to pick what he does all day. Guess what he picks? The Park. He spends so much time at the park that finally, after a little dinner at the BX playground he hands Boa his shoes and asks to go home. At home waiting for him on the table is this: Kachow freaked out and wouldn't stop say "CAR! CAR!" So we had to hurry up and blow out the candle:

He blew out the candle no problem! I know it looks like I was helping to blow, but I'm really saying "Blow!" He got REALLY excited when he blew out the candle:

And then everything changed... he accidentally stuck his hand in the icing:

Kachow has a little OCD when it comes to his hands. He CANNOT stand sticky things on his hands. We have been trying to work with him on it with lotion and hand sanitizer, but it always ends up in his hair. After about 5 minutes of trying to clean him while he is flipping out (icing is all over Dad and the wall by now) we get him calmed down and we start taking family pictures: As you can see from the picture, Double A is mesmorized by the balloons as well. All in all, Kachow's birthday part was wonderful. No annoying little kids terrorizing the house; no annoying parents terrorizing the kids; no terrible mess to clean up aftwards. I guess when he turns 3 we'll actually have to have a real birthday party, because he might remember that one.