Azeem turned two on Tuesday. I say the same thing for both boys on every birthday: How did that happen?! It’s just one of those odd truths. Days as a stay-at-home parent can seem impossibly long. I’m checking my watch more often that I’d like to admit. Is it nap-time yet? Time to start the bedtime routine? How much longer till your father gets home? The days are very long but the years just fly by.
2 years old. Craziness.
Coincidentally, Zeems was sporting the same pajamas Arman was wearing the morning of his second birthday. Awww!
There were presents.
And there was cake. Let’s talk about the cake. We have a baker in our family; a very, very good baker. The kind of baker who can make a wedding cake that is beautiful and tasty and huge for like hundreds of people… it’s not me. She (Hi Aziza!) lives 5 hours away so I took it upon myself to make the birthday cake. A cake for 4.75 people (baby girl really enjoys her cake too). Surely, I can manage that. I’m a pretty ok cook. Cake mix, tub of frosting, decorations, done. Ha! That darn cake took me half a day to make. The problem was, I decided 3 hours into this, is that someone who has perfectionist tendencies should not attempt to make a cake that resembles a construction site. It’s just torture. I was trying way too hard. My lines were too straight, the frosting too smooth, the oreo “dirt piles” too precise. And let’s not even get into the part where I was suppose to cut into and remove a chunk of the pristine cake to make it look like an excavator had been digging there. Sigh. Are there therapists for these kind of things? Remind me to call the bakery next time…or my sister.
I’m pretty sure this little man liked it. Although, I’ve never seen him refuse chocolate in any form.
What a big boy. I’m so excited to see what this year brings for him and two really is a fantastic age.
Happy Birthday, sweetest boy. You’re growing up faster than I’m ready for. I know you think you’re ready to take on the world and you should. Just know that in some ways I’ll always think of you like this…
… and I can. Cause I’m your Mom and I say so.