My sweet P turned two on June 3. Where has the time gone? He has changed soooo much, I just can't believe it. We were all ready and set to have his low key birthday party at a nearby park, and the little dude got sick, so we canceled. It made me sad, but he really didn't know the difference.
The below pic cracks me up. It really is a cute pic, but looks a little distorted on here...
Jeremy and I went to pick him up from school on Friday to take him to his two year appointment and he had a fever. Doc says there is a virus going around. Why did this have to happen right before the party? It made me sad, but I guess he really has no idea that he missed anything.
Side note...I went to Party City on Friday around lunch to pick up some balloons for his party. There was a lady who was behind me in line and she made some kind of comment amount going ahead and checking out... while I was trying to find a train balloon. She said her kid was in the car. Um...I wanted to say "who leaves there kid in the car". Some people!!! And of course...both of the train balloons they had were sold out.
My boy was 35lbs and 4 oz (98%), 37 1/2" tall (99%) and his head was 20 1/2" (99%). He is about the size of a 3-4 year old I believe and the doc says his head is about the size of a 5-6 year old. I will just take it that he has more knowledge in there :) Who knows if it is true or not, but Dr. Schwartz says if he keeps growing at this rate, he estimates he will be about 6'2" or 6'3". I'll take it. He obviously didn't feel good, but he still got a shot in his leg, which he calls an owie. I asked him what the doctor says while there, and he responded with "no more monkeys jumping on the bed".
Here is the cutie at the doctor's office.
Dot Dot had made a ton of banana muffins for his party, so I met her half way on Saturday morning and she also brought P's birthday present..
A new scooter...
And the tricky part was trying to find a had to fit his big ole' head!!
On his actual birthday, we got him a little cake and he got to open up some presents that evening. The boy is obsessed with trucks, trash trucks, etc. I think Jeremy and I have watched EVERY SINGLE last You Tube video involving anything to do with trucks or trains. Sadly he knows how to get to the videos he wants and moves the screen up and down already.
Before daddy and sissy got home, Me and P hung out and acted silly!
So excited about his "guys"!
Over the same weekend, we went to a party with our Sunday school (Life Group) class. Pierson is so funny...he wanted nothing to do with the slide and was a bit unsociable. So weird sometimes, but he had fun with his first popsicle. No pic because it was all over me : )
He helped daddy "fix" the sprinkler heads in the back yard. We also set up a slip and slide in the back yard. I thought it would be fun to give it a try. Wow...I am old. I think I hurt myself the first time I attempted to "slide" down it.
His cousin Celina, or as he calls her "Cina" came over for the day on Saturday.
I know I say it all the time, but it is so hard to believe that Pierson is 2. He is such a sweet kiddo. Don't get me wrong...he is definitely all boy, and can be a real turd sometimes, but we just love him to pieces. Jeremy and I were just talking about how it is so weird to hear him talking in little sentences and literally repeating everything we say. We are also shocked to notice that he remembers everything. He really does love his sissy and i'm not so sure he remembers life before her anymore. He still gets a little jealous, but overall does good with her. If she is ever crying he always says "sorry sissy". I try to explain to him that he does not have to be sorry unless he does something wrong...but he hasn't figured that out yet. Everyday after school I ask him what he learned and he says the exact same thing every day "Abc's". He loves his teacher, Ms. Carie, and talks about her all the time. Definitely makes me feel better...although he is moving up to the next classroom for good pretty soon.
We have had this occur on several occasions. although he still eats pretty good, but still LOVES his milk. Lord help us...he would drink a gallon if we let him.
I will leave you with Pierson sitting on the potty....