Today, you are two years old.
You are 32.5 inches tall.
You weigh 26.5 lbs.
We made you an actual cake for your birthday this year. It was the first cake that we'd ever done, and boy was it a trial-by-error process. Due to your obsession with "Bi-ta" (big trucks), we wanted to create a semi-truck cake.
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| Try #1: too fat and short |
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| Try #2: Better size |
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| But what's with all the holes?! Ah well, time for frosting.. |
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| Uh...wow. |
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| This looks...awful! |
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| Truly horrifying! |
Ok, now for a list of Things learned from this Endeavor thus far:
1. Make sure you frost between layers
2. The cake really needs to be level on the top and sides
3. I have no idea how to actually make a semi-truck shaped cake look like a semi-truck
4. Don't use ziploc bags for frosting bags because they split
5. Red frosting takes a lot of food coloring and stirring, and a lot more red food coloring. Pink, on the other hand? Now, that's easy!
6. The frosting needs to be really thick
7. The room (and cake, and frosting) shouldn't be too warm or the frosting will melt
8. Your daddy is a surprisingly good resource when it comes to decorating cakes!
So, anyway, that was fun!
We enjoyed celebrating your birthday with MoMo and Pop and Grandma. It's always fun when we all get together.
Well Bubba, your mama is exhausted! You still aren't sleeping more than about 3 hours at a time, and I'm just struggling to make it through each day. I'm not sure I have much to write to you this time since I can't seem to formulate any sentences, but here are some things about you that have changed since my last letter.
- you are potty trained! You've been wearing underwear during the day since the beginning of August. You only wear diapers at night now. Good job, you!
- you took your first airplane ride out to Arizona to see Grandma and Grandpa. It was surprisingly hassle-free!
- while we were in Arizona, you finally started eating solid food! By now you're eating an appreciable amount each day, and I'm starting to see that you will, indeed, stop nursing at some point.
- you still nurse a LOT! I think you might be an addict. seriously.
- you are a chatterbox. you say many words now, and make up words you don't know.
- you love big trucks, and trains (you say "duy-duy" instead of "choo-choo"), and anything with sirens.
That's all I can think of right now, sweet boy. I'm sorry this letter is so lackluster. I hope you know how much I love you. I'm so blessed to have you in my life!
Love,
Mama
