Two Old!

On Friday, May 9th, my baby boy turned two. Aaagh! And if you ask him how old he is, he'll respond, "Two old!" Every once in a while he'll throw the "years" in there, but I quite prefer it without.

It was a grand day! We started the day off with blue pancakes and red milk. Why, you ask? Because colored pancakes and milk are much more exciting than a boring pancake breakfast that he could have any day of the year. And this wasn't just another day...it was his birthday! So to celebrate we spiced up the colors a bit. He even got to put the blue food coloring into the pancake batter. Thrilling!



Then we opened three presents - two shirts that he got to choose between for the day and a new pair of shoes. We've been stuffing his poor feet into shoes that were getting WAY too small. I just kept thinking that he should last until his birthday because he would be excited to get shoes for his birthday. And he didn't disappoint. When I put him down for his nap that afternoon, he really wanted to sleep in them and since it was his special day, I obliged. All throughout the morning I sang him all of the Happy Birthday songs I knew.Mid-morning we headed to our favorite park to meet Reyes and Marcela for some good slide/teeter-totter/throw rocks in the water time.
Then we went to buy some new PJ's at Old Navy. Max is no longer a fan of footie pajamas and he only has 4 pair without so I thought we should get some more. That evening was a ward musical talent show (more on that later) and afterward we came home and opened his presents. I think he felt pretty loved and special. And rightfully so since he's a very lovable and special kid!
I didn't plan on being awake at the exact time of his birth (12:09 a.m.), but we had watched LOST and then I still had to decorate the living room. I was taking off my makeup when I looked at the clock and it read 12:08. So I walked into my little man's bedroom, stared at him for a bit and then kissed him on his head. I was overcome by the memory and emotion of his birth and how it completely changed my life; every little detail came flooding into my mind. Max was so alert when he was born. They put him on my chest and I started to talk to him as they were cleaning and doing what doctors and nurses do to a mom and baby right after a birth. As soon as I started speaking, he looked up right into my face and was completely still. Not a sound, not a movement. Just a mom and her new baby meeting for the first time in mortality. I recalled at that moment something that had been said in a blessing when I was pregnant with Max - something to the effect of us being able to continue a relationship here that we began as spirits before we came to earth. And at that moment, I knew it was true. It seemed like so much was communicated between us in that moment - like nobody else was around and our spirits were connecting. They finally took Max to weigh and measure him. The doctor asked Ty if he could pinch him or something because he wanted to hear him cry. I turned to the nurse and said, "I want to do this again!" One of the most incredible moments of my life. I will never forget it. I was forever changed. The memory came to a close and I walked out of Max's room, shut the door and wept. I absolutely love being his mom!