Call It What You Want...

A little boy in my house turned two today. Unfortunately, it was a spotty day for moods, and most of them were bad. But the end of the day certainly made up for it...

Adam had breakfast in the "It's my special day!" bowl that I painted at the pottery place here in town. I had to be very careful not to fill it very full. He was happy about it. And stuffed his cheeks full.

He got a card from Tim's aunt Margrethe and uncle Jim and was very excited to find what was inside: "DOWWAS!" (dollars)

He carried around the $2 bill all morning, saying "Dowwas! Dowwas!" Mark was vexed at this and pointed out that it was just ONE dollar; there weren't two of them!

Later, it was presents from grandparents, aunt and uncle and cousins, and yes, even mom and dad, though we certainly picked the wrong present to open with, as everything ground to a halt after he saw...

THIS.

Favorite babysitter Sam and her mom and dad came over -- both Steve and Tammy are the boys' friends in their own right: Tammy used to hold Mark and draw truck pictures for him at the ladies' Bible study at church when I went on Wednesday mornings, and Steve plays with the boys when they go to the men's Bible study with Dad on Saturdays -- to share birthday cake and ice cream. Adam was worried at first to see Sam and only wanted to cuddle with me or Tim (don't leave me!), but after he realized we really truly weren't leaving, he was fine.

All in all, it was a vehicle-focused birthday, with tractors, trains, trucks and construction equipment -- and a very big Clifford. Mr. Adam, now two, is in truck-lover heaven.

Now here's hoping for some decent sleep tonight.