And Then My Baby Turned 2

I can not believe my last baby turned 2.  Actually I can.  Because these things keep happening.

Four things to note.

1.  I taught him to say "Me Baby!"  when someone asks how old he is.  He's very proud.  And so am I.

2.  My wise grandmother told me I need to let him grow up.  Wise advice from a dear lady who turned 89 this year.
3.  He's no longer a baby.  2 is officially toddler age.  But he will ALWAYS be my baby.

4.  He never actually turned two until 11:40 PM something.

The end.

In true Fitzgerald fashion, Brecken got sick on Saturday.  Lincoln's birthday and birthday party was Sunday.  He just had a fever of 103.  He rarely gets sick and when he does, he just, usually, needs to let his fever burn off.  So we prayed and hoped all day Saturday it would be gone Sunday.  And no one else got it.

Sunday morning dawned and he was fever free.  We decided to skip church (because of said previous fever) and head out for breakfast.  Daddy wanted to go to Wolfgang's.  So we did.

Sweet baby boy enjoying eggs, toast and sausage patties.

 My sister asked if the camera was working.  I told her to take a picture and see.  Always a good one.

Reading cards with his Momma

Cute summer clothes and cars from Uncle Steve and Auntie Carol

Bouncy ride on toy from Uncle Scott, Lynn and boys

Lock puzzles and gear puzzles from Auntie and Sean.  Everyone laughed hysterically about the locks puzzle.  Listen.  He can already do most locks.  And if he can't do it, he sits there and tries to figure it out until he can.  AND he hates inside toys.  We went to the library the other day and he actually sat and played with these.  So I texted Rach and said "THESE!!!"  She bought them.

Oma and Brecken.  Such a sweet picture.  And, for pete's sake, Brecken looks OLD.

Opening his money from Great Grandpa and Grandma

Balance bike from Papa and Nana!!

Opening his truck from Papa and Grandma.  He loooooooves his Cozy Coupe.  A friend has this truck and it sits slightly taller and is bigger than the Cozy Coupe.  Perfect for his birthday.

This is the bouncy ride on toy.  I saw it at the flea market in Shipse and inquired about it's durability.  It's made out of recycled tires so, apparently, very durable.  I was encouraged to hop on and try it out.  So I did.  It didn't break.  Good enough for us.  ;)

His new truck also has a trunk.  The kids were wheeling him around in it.

THE cake.  I've wanted to make this cake for a while.  The only person who loves rainbows and might pick it, is Adelyn.  And she hates frosting.  I tried to get her to let me make it for her past birthday.  I even told her I would decorate the outside in a rainbow of Skittles.  No go.  She chose an ice cream bar.  So I made it for someone who can't quite choose their own birthday cake yet.  {Insert laughing while crying emoticon}

I love this picture.

He loved the attention.

Ohhhhhhh.  Eric loved alll the "Ohhhh's and Ahhhhh's" from people :)

Y'all.  I had to make this cake {somewhat} GF AND DF.  There is really no good GF box mix.  So I made it using Einkorn.  I started Friday, just in case things went South.  It was the best cake I've ever had.  Soooo good.  And everything is DF.  Woot.

No, he didn't eat it all.  He ate the ice cream and some of the cake.  Then he wanted to go "Side."  Outside.

She was a beauty.

I was making lunch {on the 18th} and heard the words "Happy Birthday!!" coming from the table.  I turned around and said "Who said that?!"  It was Lincoln.  Seriously.  He was singing Happy Birthday plain as day.  That kid blows my socks off.