Davy turns 2!

 

Davy loves his animals. We are regularly attacked by the shark and the giraffe frequently eats lunch with us. Also, Davy loves hats. His fireman hat the most but really, any hat will do. He excitedly points them out when he sees them on strangers at the supermarket. Sometimes it's slightly embarrassing. So- put those two favorites together and you get...

 

some wild and crazy party animals.

 

I made the little tiny hats late at night the evening before his birthday and when Davy woke up the next morning and saw them all lined up on the counter he laughed and laughed and pointed and had the funnest time taking off the hats and putting them back on. Made this Momma feel good.

 

It was a low-key party with just the four of us but Davy didn't seem to mind.

 

I sure do love this boy.

 

Happy Birthday to my darling boy!

birthday boy

Today is his day so that meant:

letting him play with the laundry basket.

(clean clothes toppled onto the floor)

 

letting him watch Octonauts while he ate his breakfast.

(chocolate milk on the couch)

 

helping him look for his plastic toy shark when he saw a shark on the t.v.

("sha!")

 

then adding "dollar store" to my list of errands when we couldn't find it.

(so excited to find another 'sha'!)

 

letting him walk in the parking lot like a big boy.

("watch out for cars!" "hold my hand!" "don't drop your shark!")

 

letting him eat a biscuit for lunch.

(strawberry jam on my shirt)

 

and lick a spoon full of frosting while I frosted his birthday cake.

(spoon later found under Audrey's bed)

The name David is Hebrew and it means Beloved. We could not have chosen a more appropriate name for our boy. Beloved is a understatement. He's been so loved from that very first miracle moment that we found out I was pregnant. Then we found out he was a boy. Then when he was born he stopped crying and looked at me when he heard my voice. Then he had his Dad's eyes and my hair. Then we found out he had the sweetest little mischevious personality. Then he called me "Mommy" and counts everything "two, two, wee"...     

 

.....the miracles just keep on coming.

 

Davy, you certainly are beloved by all of us. And we love having your in our family. You're my son. My happy, brave, exuberant boy. And I know that everyday I have with you (even looking for sharks and wiping jam off my shirt) is a miracle.

Happy Birthday.

 

love, Mom

this boy

this boy:

-pulled a vent out of the wall in the chapel during church last Sunday, and threw cheerios down the back of the pew in front of us.

-but then folded his little chubby arms so sweetly during the sacrament prayer.

this boy:

-daily hits his sister with whatever happens to be in his hands.

-then gets so sad when he's in trouble, and happily gives his sister a hug to say he's sorry.

this boy:

-throws whatever he can get his hands on when he's mad and pouts on the floor.

-then surprises me by saying "bee!" (please) in his happy tiny voice while I'm doing dishes in the kitchen when he wants some chocolate milk.

this boy:

-wants to do things by himself, gets bothered when I try to help, and runs away when I call him.

-but lays his head on my shoulder when he's tired and rubs my back. or crawls into my lap with his blanky and pulls my hand around his waist.

this boy:

-keeps me guessing, keeps me humble, keeps me running and on my toes. and even when we're butting heads (sometimes literally) this boy makes me happy.

except for this morning.

when he broke a lamp.

Davy boy

our new favorite game

I say "who's that baby?" in an obnoxious high pitched voice that he loves.

He stares at the mirror for a second and busts out his great big smile,

then gets all shy and buries his face in my shoulder

and I die at how cute he is.

It works almost every time except for once when Justin tried it and David smiled big and then crumbled into a crying fit for no apparent reason.

And, in the interest of full disclosure, there were a few photos that showed David's smile a little better but I was making a crazy wide-eyed face to match the obnoxious voice and you better believe those got deleted pronto.

falling in love (for the third time)