I can’t believe Gavin is 2 already! He’s such a sweet little guy with the most amazing giggles and guffawing laughs that you’ve ever heard. “Goovin,” as Marcus has taken to calling him today, is quite thrilled to be 2. When asked, “How old are you, Gavin?”, he responds with a very enthusiastic “I’m TWO!”, complete with a big grin and, if you’re lucky, a happy dance. He loves to snuggle and be tickled. He’s turned into quite the monkey, climbing and jumping on (and off) things with abandon. He’s also very mischievous and gets into all sorts of antics with his big brother. My dad actually said Gavin looked mischievous when he saw a picture of him . . . in my womb (it was one of those crazy 3D ultrasound images). See that impish monkey face up there? He apparently was baked that way.
Anyway, our celebration today was pretty low key as Adam was out of town. Breakfast was eggs (soft-boiled “gooey eggs” for Gavin and hard-boiled for Marcus), bacon, pumpkin bread, and fruit smoothies. We went out for lunch at a local NY-style pizza joint that turned out to be pretty decent. Marcus had the standard pepperoni and Gavin asked for plain cheese. Gav ended up ditching his cheese slice and eating my entire “Brooklyn” slice, which was pepperoni, meatball slices, onions, mushrooms. Who’d a thought? Then we popped over to a new cupcakery for some birthday cupcakes – vanilla with chocolate icing for Gavin, red velvet for Marcus, and lavender lemon for me. The place is pretty fancy and there were all sorts of people just sitting about quietly enjoying their coffees and cupcakes. The boys were quiet too as they made quick work of their desserts. But then Marcus, out of the blue, says loudly (I think he only has one volume when he speaks), “I really have to poop.” Before I could stop myself, I asked reflexively, “What?” And he replied, “There’s a soft poop that wants to come out now, mama.” Mmmm . . . enjoy your coffee and cupcakes, folks.
Dinner was a quiet affair too. I made butter chicken with steamed broccoli dressed with a little butter and salt. For some reason, the kids didn’t like the chicken that much (Gavin refused to eat it at all), even though they’ve had and enjoyed this particular dish and other similar ones in the past. Even more strange . . . they actually ate, enjoyed, and practically fought over the broccoli. I was so confused. But happy!
Here are some recent photos of the birthday boy.
Making a silly face while eating lunch.
Enjoying a book - love the crossed legs and exposed belly.
On a walk with Mommy.
"I sit on Elmo?" Indeed.
Biting into his birthday cupcake today.
Mighty pleased.
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