(If only, my mom wishes I arrived this way!)
Well, I know that you are sometimes lulled into complacency by my easy command of the English language. (It's just not as complicated as you teachers make it out to be!) But I have to tell you that I like this whole two year-old shtick. I get to order my parents around and cry and toss myself around uncontrollably when they fail to comply. I mean, what fun! I also get to try new words out. When my parents can't understand me or they don't read my mind successfully, I get to cry and toss myself around uncontrollably until they read my mind. Well, you get the picture. Suffice it to say, I have really embraced this whole two-year thing.
Well, my parents have also slacked on the picture department but here are a couple of pictures from my party this past weekend where I had so much company, I really didn't even take too many pictures. Those of you who have followed my struggles with my mom's insistence on a sugar-free diet will be pleased to note that my homemade Choo-Choo train cake was full of sugar (Yes!).
| From Short 2 years old |
I found out one other cool thing about birthdays. Get this. You get to demand cake with sugar in it. Then, people give you shit. Oops. Did I just say that? Uh oh. I hope my parents don't read this. I mean, I just copy what I hear and well, my parents better start being a bit more careful. There are some pictures of me with my new train table and fun stuff.
Oh, yeah, thanks Mom & Dad:
Here a few more photos:
P.S. Shout out to my grandparents here this weekend: Mimi, Nana and "Bawpah"

1 comment:
Happy Birthday Ezra! You look so big!! Pace yourself, the terrible 3s are much more fun! (Don't tell your parents).
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