Look Who is 2 !!

Well, I have to admit, the day started out and I was feeling horrible because we didn't have any MAJOR plans for Parker Jay's 2nd Birthday. And, it's such a big deal!! But, somehow this evening, it all just worked out. Unfortunately, the only people who weren't able to make it were Jay's mom and stepdad. She had to go to Florida and so she wasn't here. It was pretty sad. But, my mom called this afternoon and said she wanted to come by and bring Parker a present and a little cake. So, then Corrie called and said she could stop by for a bit, and Macy called. And, Dan and Martie called and said they were on their way too :) Oh Parker just loved all the attention. And, my heart smiled because I wanted and needed him to have lots and lots of good love and attention since we brought his brother home 3 days ago from the hospital. The cutest, most memorable thing was probably when Parker opened up his Thomas the train gift with track from my mom and stepdad, and he played with it nonstop for like 30 minutes. Then, he walked over to the empty box, and took it to them and said, "James?" "James?" "You find James?" he was looking for another TRAIN! Then, he grabbed my stepdad's hand, and said, "You find me James?" in his most pitiful voice. Oh, we were all jello pudding in his hands. He enjoyed playing with everyone and loved the tissue paper. He ran around naked in his birthday suit after bathtime and went to bed pretty easily..with his new organic monkey from Dan and Martie and his Thomas the train. What a wonderful day.

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