So as I mentioned earlier Master Quinton had a blast on his birthday. There was birthday song singing via iPhone, early morning present opening, family visiting, special birthday dinners and of course the smasher cupcake. Apparently Q-tip has a thing about having stuff on his hands (I blame dad, he has the same ‘thing’) so I had to clean off his hands at least five times during the smashing, but he ultimately enjoyed himself.
First thing in the morning, after the Nana, Papa & Uncle Mike phone call Q-ball got to open the present from our super cute neighbor lady. There were cars, and Elmo finger puppet books and a hungry caterpillar card, and lots of tissue paper. Which is very exciting stuff to throw about the room with lots of enthusiasm. One sheet over here, and one sheet over here and another sheet over here, all while daddy runs around trying to gather it all up and place it in a trash bag.
Later on Q and Daddy went over to thank the neighbor lady for her super present which of course requires ringing her door bell multiple times and attempting to torture her cat while said cat simultaneously attempts to stay asleep on the sofa. When leaving her house the neighbor lady very kindly reminded the Q dude to ‘not trip over his blanket’ to which he turned and with much enthusiasm (aka attitude) replied ‘i know!’. Can you believe this kid?!? I swear. He’s too much sometimes. And yet, just enough.
When I FINALLY got home from work and Q-tip and Daddy FINALLY got home from visiting Auntie in the hospital and all the other family members who were there we sat down for a super tasty grilled cheese sandwich with green beans dinner which only halfway ended up all over the floor. And was rather entertaining to watch Q eat the sandwich bites like Oreos.
Open. Lick off all the cheese. Toss the bread aside to possibly be eaten later.
Then came the cupcake. Oh the cupcake!
With bubble gum frosting!
And candles!
The candles were about the best part. Quinn looked at those candles with eyes wide as saucers and looked at his mommy and daddy like ‘are you seriously putting fire in front of me? are you crazy?’ and then he blew. And he blew. And he spit. And he spit-blew. And then that fire. It died. It died real good. And then the Q dude. Well, he wanted some more fire to spit and blow and blow-spit at.
And then there was cake smashing and cake eating and cake mashing with great. enthusiasum. between his two fingers. like they were the strongest little two fingers in the world.
The world I tell ya. And then, after some more fire and an almost tantrum to top all tantrums because the fire stopped, there were presents.
Have I mentioned that he loves cars. Because seriously. he. loves. cars.
We found these super toddler friendly shake-n-go cars with a race starter thinger and he just about died and went to car heaven. He played with those things for an hour. solid. And was very perplexed when his hot wheels didn’t shake-n-go too when he placed them on the magic race starter thinger.
It was magic.
A little slice of heaven.
And then, it was bed time. And boy was he ready for bed time. Momma said ‘baba’ and he said ‘baba’ and mamma said ‘go night night’ and he said ‘go night night’ and then he gave super huge kisses and wrapped himself up in his blanket and let mamma carry him all the way to bed. And then he passed out. A the house was a wreck and the baby was asleep and the mamma was exhausted and the daddy did the cleaning, like super awesome daddy’s do, and the best second birthday came to a very awesome close.
the end.