Or not.
Truth be told, most of my free moments are spent sitting on the couch willing myself to do anything...anything at all. I think, "Wow, Tristan's birthday was over two weeks ago, I should probably write Thank You notes." It's a nice suggestion, but one I know I will not take. Instead, I tell myself I will do it the next time I get a free moment.
Right now, my energy is spent trying to grow a baby & stay awake. Grocery shopping feels like a workout routine, driving the car makes me want a nap, and sitting makes me tired. I hope the baby doesn't mind all the caffeine I'm consuming, but at this point, it's a necessity.
Tristan is now a two year old. My little baby boy is no longer my little baby boy. He sleeps in a big bed (approxiametly 3" off the ground), reads books (looking at pictures & tearing pages out counts as reading), and plays with trucks & trains. I cried yesterday because I felt that at any moment he was going to be too old for me to cuddle anymore.
We celebrated his birthday with family & our dear friends. We were blessed by all the people in our lives who truly love this little man. I know without a doubt that I have sisters & friends who would do anything for him. They aren't lying when they say it takes a village. It really does, and I could not do it without all of them. I am even more blessed to know that as I welcome this new little baby, there will be just as much love for him/her.
Since he is madly in love with "Cars", we decided to use that as the theme. I tried to be crafty & creative and made his cake. For normal people with that creative gene, I'm sure it's fun to do something like that. It gave me an ulcer. The cake got stuck in the pan and came out in four pieces. I don't know if it's appropriate to pray to God our Father for help with a bday cake, but I definitely lifted up a few. Heavenly Father, please let my baby boy's cake be beautiful. And please help all the starving children in Africa. Amen.
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Put enough frosting on, and you can't even see the heap of crumbs that was underneath. Thank you, Jesus.
Tristan now has more cars, trucks, and trains than he could ever want. And he loves all of them. It's a good thing he's not spoiled or anything. He has so many that I was thinking about rewrapping them for his Christmas gifts. On a scale of 1 to 10, how bad of a mom would that make me?
The birthday party is over, the Thank You notes still not written, and the batteries are already wearing out on several of the toys. Next year, I look forward to planning for two birthday parties. For people like me who truely do not have the natural party planning gifting, it is beyond stressful. But we do it because we know they aren't going to stay little for long. They are our babies. We love them more than anything. Everything they do is so darn cute, even when they take an entire page of stickers and stick them on their arms. And because we are crazy.
