This little baby:

Stopped being a baby on his birthday:

WITHOUT. MY. CONSENT.

It’s awful and exciting and heartbreaking and relaxing since we sleep all night with this guy.

We, and especially me, are not used to having a two year old without another one close on the way. For the first time ever, we get to experience twoyeardom without the physical handicaps of being massively pregnant. Which is something worth celebrating. And something worth mourning over. (Parenting is just so nuanced <3)

Sander’s birthday fell on a school day, so we kept it pretty lowkey. He had his celebratory birthday pancakes.

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At daycare, he transitioned from the infant nursery into the toddler / preschooler group. (Which he already loves. He likes to be where the big kids are and to be with big brother Archer!)

Grandparents from both sides came to celebrate during the gift giving. (Though I only have a pic of Umma here.)

According to Arrow, the “birthday” happens when “you blow out the candles, because Jesus made a special oil on them that makes you turn a year older”.

Sander officially turned two:

I let him eat whatever candy he found. I’m not a boring mom, I’m a cool mom.

Happy birthday dearest Sander. We love you so much!