Birthday Boy

I can't believe my baby boy is 2. He is currently obsessed with Toy Story. So, with the help of Chris and Denay, I was able to decorate the house with Buzz, Woody, and Jesse paraphernalia while the birthday boy took a nap. The post-nap grumpiness quickly wore off when Max saw toys, balloons, and pizza. It was a very small get-together--one of these years I'll be organized enough to throw a legitimate party. But at this age, he could care less--he had a blast!

Max, these two years have been filled with...
love, laughter, smiles, happiness, pure joy, excitement and also sleepless nights, doctor office co-pays and ambulance bills, poopie diapers and the occasional mommy breakdown. Max, you are an incredibly special little boy--I never knew I could love something so much. Happy Birthday Max!

Cupcakes I made.





He wouldn't eat the cake I made him on his first birthday--this year he had 3 cupcakes.
Can't forget brother.
His new Buzz.
New blocks from the Rogers.
His buddy Tyler eating pizza.