Birthday Boy

I have been feeling all things lazy. Here are a few pics from Tank's birthday. Perhaps this would be an appropriate time to mention that I am missing the baby days. No, I do not long for another nocturnal waking bundle but I do miss the lack of activity. Case-in-point: The favorite new activity is rubbing expensive eye cream or pink lip gloss in his hair. I washed his hair four times yesterday. Yes, four times. I am not including the washing I did at bath time. A newly acquired two year old hobby that also is noteworthy: emptying the toilet paper roll into the toilet therefore causing the toilet to clog. Fun-filled entertainment for wee folks. Not so much for the plunger operator. On the bright-side, I am getting a lot of heart-pumping exercise trying to catch him before his wobbly little legs make it out of the front yard into the street. (The sibs often forget and leave the front door open and M is no dummy. In fact, I would say he always has one eye on the door looking for an opportunity.)

Ahhh, but he does give the best kisses and hugs. I love that boy. I really, really do.