Birthday excitement

It's official - my BABY is not a BABY any more, he is a walking, talking, cheeky TWO YEAR OLD. 

Yesterday our little valentine baby turned two, and it was a VERY busy VERY exciting day - and I am so, so proud of my boys. All of them!

The day started with a room full of balloons and presents wrapped in left over christmas paper (I would love to claim thriftiness but actually I just forgot to get some, and was thrilled to find it in the cupboard!)

All kinds of wonderful gifts were opened, and the postman brought even MORE gifts when Midget Gem thought he was done, and there was a great deal of excitement and some wonderful sharing and kindness, with no bashing of any sort, between the brothers. 

Jellybean loved helping Midget Gem open his presents, and Midget Gem was very good at letting Jellybean play with the new toys too. 

I can't quite believe that it's been two years since I was wheeled into the theatre to have a tiny (giant) premature baby heaved out of me and was all new and whole and different to all of us, but made of parts of all of us. 

We swapped around some names we'd chosen, but were glad that we'd thought of Jasper (that morning, in fact, after both deciding we hated the previous option!) because his little face just WAS Jasper. 

Hours and hours of balloon baseball and new toys were really good fun, the meals of the day were mostly ignored in favour of bananas and cake pops, and everyone was happy. 

Then we had dinner, lit the candles, sang the song and blew them back out, and Midget Gem ate his cake in true my child fashion!

The cake meant a later than usual bed time (as they got so hyper from the sugar - lesson learned - cake is for LUNCH time) and then, after some particularly boisterous and silly play occurred, the blue car that had been such an exciting present was thrown down the stairs and broke - and both boys had a matching, synchronised melt down. Bed for all!