Birthday
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I'd hoped to have pictures to share but haven't gotten them developed yet.
Anyway, Hunter turned 2 years old last Wednesday. We celebrated last Sunday, combining Mother's Day with his birthday because that's when the family could get together.
Last year, he approached the cake very tentatively. This year, Hunter knows cake. Instead of stripping him down to his diaper, we put him in a full apron. He sat in a chair facing us in the living room with a TV tray in front of him. I started playing a novelty CD that had "Happy Birthday" on it with Hunter's name in the right spot, and we sang along. Dad (Hunter's Grandpa) brought in the small cake with the "2" candle, and we talked Hunter into blowing out the candle. Then the carnage began.
Actually, it didn't start out that way. Initially, he very deliberately stuck his index finger into the hole of each letter of "Happy Birthday Hunter," licking to clean as he went. Then came the scooping and the squishing and, of course, the eating. Fortunately, he mostly confined himself to 1/2 of the cake, so I served off the other side.
After he'd had enough, we cleaned him up so he could unwrap presents (my grandma scored big time with the Little People Pirate Ship, although there's still a chance Mama might be playing with it more than Hunter) and play with his cousin, Jonathan some more.
45 minutes later, he came over to me (I was sitting in The Special Chair and catching up with family) and asked, "Hehppy. Buhday. Song?" So I went over to the CD player and started playing the Happy Birthday song again. When I turned around, he'd climbed back into the chair and was looking expectant. "Take? Take?" he asked, hopefully.
Wednesday was his first day of school. It's a daycare nursery school, but he's at a developmental and social level where I think he'll benefit from more structure. They do arts and crafts and sing songs and play with toys and on the playground (he loves slides). I got my work schedule switched so that, instead of working half days throughout the week, I work longer days Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays and have Tuesdays and Thursdays off. It seems to be working out, although I still don't have as many hours in the day as I seem to need.
I promise pictures one of these days.
Anyway, Hunter turned 2 years old last Wednesday. We celebrated last Sunday, combining Mother's Day with his birthday because that's when the family could get together.
Last year, he approached the cake very tentatively. This year, Hunter knows cake. Instead of stripping him down to his diaper, we put him in a full apron. He sat in a chair facing us in the living room with a TV tray in front of him. I started playing a novelty CD that had "Happy Birthday" on it with Hunter's name in the right spot, and we sang along. Dad (Hunter's Grandpa) brought in the small cake with the "2" candle, and we talked Hunter into blowing out the candle. Then the carnage began.
Actually, it didn't start out that way. Initially, he very deliberately stuck his index finger into the hole of each letter of "Happy Birthday Hunter," licking to clean as he went. Then came the scooping and the squishing and, of course, the eating. Fortunately, he mostly confined himself to 1/2 of the cake, so I served off the other side.
After he'd had enough, we cleaned him up so he could unwrap presents (my grandma scored big time with the Little People Pirate Ship, although there's still a chance Mama might be playing with it more than Hunter) and play with his cousin, Jonathan some more.
45 minutes later, he came over to me (I was sitting in The Special Chair and catching up with family) and asked, "Hehppy. Buhday. Song?" So I went over to the CD player and started playing the Happy Birthday song again. When I turned around, he'd climbed back into the chair and was looking expectant. "Take? Take?" he asked, hopefully.
Wednesday was his first day of school. It's a daycare nursery school, but he's at a developmental and social level where I think he'll benefit from more structure. They do arts and crafts and sing songs and play with toys and on the playground (he loves slides). I got my work schedule switched so that, instead of working half days throughout the week, I work longer days Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays and have Tuesdays and Thursdays off. It seems to be working out, although I still don't have as many hours in the day as I seem to need.
I promise pictures one of these days.
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