Last night as a two year old!
I really want to start the tradition of doing something special with each kid (alone) on his birthday, so this year I had Ryan drop Grant off at school and Connor and I went out on a breakfast date for donuts before I went to work. Every time he is in the car with me and I get coffee, he knows as soon as we round the corner of the building what I am doing and starts repeating over and over and over "can I have some Munchkins. I want vanilla Munchkins," so I thought he would enjoy having a whole donut for a change. We went to Wegmans and I let him pick out what he wanted. I might have allowed his eyes to be bigger than his stomach, as both those donuts were his, and he pretty much just licked the sprinkles off the chocolate one.
The fact that my birthday, Mother's Day, Memorial Day, and the all-important spring turkey hunting season all occur in the month of May made Connor's birthday party kind of sneak up on us. As I mentioned in Grant's birthday post, I have all sorts of great ideas for parties, and zero creativity/ability/time to pull them off. So, this year we were so busy every weekend in May (I realize this is not going to change next year, or the following year, etc. so I will have to get better about planning in advance - or learn to stay up later at night to get things done!) that I really didn't think about Connor's party until about 4 days before it. I mean, seriously, he's (and the guests) lucky that I remembered to order a sandwich tray and cake. Oops. I was having all sorts of mom-guilt for not having a "theme" party this year, but when Connor saw me decorating with his Dollar Store tablecloth, plates, napkins, balloon motif decorations, he squealed with delight, so I knew his birthday wasn't a total bust. Oh, and the fact that Ryan went and bought him this definitely helped ease any disappointment he may have had:
Three years old and drives a nicer, newer car than his parents!
Just like Daddy's truck!
My parents got him a Kindle Fire and he is already more proficient at it than I am. It is great because I can park him in front of it for a few minutes at the end of the day and I don't have to watch/listen to Thomas the Train or Daniel Tiger's Neighborhood.
Multi-tasking.
I can't believe he's three already. I must say, however, whomever coined the term "terrible twos" is a dumbass and is obviously childless. The twos were a delight. The threes have proven to be a bit of a challenge at times. He is definitely asserting his independence, and there have been plenty of feet stomping, kicking, hitting, screaming temper tantrums. The time out chair has seen plenty of action. But when he's not busy being a jerk he is so sweet and sensitive, and he cracks me up with his little personality and imagination. I think I'll keep him.
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