Our immediate family came over today to celebrate Remy turning two--a fact that he will now proudly inform anyone of, holding up two fingers, saying "two!" and clapping. He's fighting off a cold and an ear infection so he was definitely less cheerful than usual, but balloons helped.
Balloons also created some extra-crazy hair.
At one point Dave decided to clip the balloons to the back of Remy's shirt. Seems like a good tactic for taking a speedy toddler to a crowded place, if you ask me. Kid get away from you? Just follow the balloons!
How'd those get back there?
Being sung to and applauded by a room full of people continues to be one of Remy's favorite things.
The birthday boy got a little tantrum-y after lunch and cake--you can only expect so much out of a two-year-old on amoxicillin--so we all went up to the playroom for presents. And Remy found something he likes even better than hearing "Happy Birthday" for the fourth time--guests who juggle.
After three days of celebrating, our house is quiet now, albeit glitter-bombed by the preschool birthday banner we took home and hung for today's party. I'd list the things that glitter is currently stuck to, but it includes pretty much everything in the house, including the dogs and the bathtub. Moral of the story: when a preschool teacher tells you that "glitter is the herpes of arts and crafts"? Believe her.
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