If only every birthday could be as joy-filled as a 2nd birthday!
My baby Corban turned two years old yesterday, and if I stop and ruminate on that for too long I’ll get teary eyed. He had a most wonderful day celebrating with family, and I had the best time watching him enjoy himself so much.
We decided for birthday #2 to do a family party, and since none of our families live in the same state as us, we moved the festivities to my parents’ house. One of Corban’s main loves right now is basketball, so a basketball-themed party it was. This was definitely an easy theme to pull off.
Basketball eating paraphernalia…
Basketball cake on a basketball court table cloth…
Basketball mandarin oranges…
And (not pictured) basketball cutouts hanging from the ceiling and other assorted basketball decorations. I had to resist buying a basketball piñata from the party store…
- Taco dip (great recipe)
- Homemade hummus and veggies
- Shrimp cocktail
- Egg rolls
- Pigs in blanket (wrapped in pretzel buns)
- Basketball cookies
- Chocolate cake with vanilla ice cream
- Pop, beer, wine (and milk for Mr. C)
We just did appetizer foods since the party was at 2:30 in the afternoon. It’s not easy picking a party time for a 2-year-old, and we failed miserably with our 2:30 gamble. Corban would not fall asleep for his nap when we put him down at noon. I’m sure the fact that he knew it was his birthday and that we were having cake later did not help. As our final last-ditch effort, Peter lay down with him until he passed out… at 2:15. So we let the birthday boy nap for an hour and be late for his own party.
After being woken up from his nap and presented into a basketball-laden basement full of both strange and familiar faces, Corban was a little overwhelmed. He quickly warmed up, though.
Aside from his little sister, C was the only kid at his party. And Mara snoozed almost the entire time.
He I was honored to have some of my dear high school friends in attendance, though.
After a while, Corban got ahold of a dessert plate and a fork and made it known that he was ready for cake.
He had this very disconcerted look on his face the entire time as we sang to him. His head turned from one side of the room to the other, slowly taking it all in.
But at the end of the song, he knew what to do.
And then he stuck his fork in the cake, claiming it as his own.
I debated telling guests not to bring a gift, like we did for Corban’s first birthday, but I’m glad I didn’t because Corban had SO much fun opening gifts.
He reacted with such genuine pleasure after each one. He wanted to stop and play with each gift immediately after opening it.
We had to whisk them away from him to keep things moving along.
Corban slept on our long, snowy drive back home last night. He woke up as we pulled in, so I sat him in my lap in his room to read a book before putting him back to sleep. After we read, he groggily murmured, “Birthday,” followed by, “cake…” and “people…” and I could see the little wheels turning in his head as he processed the day and his very special party. It makes me so content to witness such pure toddler joy and wonder every day, and when it comes to joy and wonder his second birthday just couldn’t be topped.
Since I probably won’t get the chance to write a separate two-year update, here are just some of the things I don’t want to forget about my sweet little Corban at age two:
- The way he pumps one arm up and down so fiercely when he runs.
- Playing fire truck on the basement couch. He demands that I drive (fast), he honk the horn and we both get out and fight the fire with pool noodles.
- His little voice saying, “Miss!” when he or someone else misses a basketball shot.
- His backseat renditions of “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.”
- His repeated requests for “Monkey song” on my phone.
- The way he counts — adding emphasis to every third number or so (“one, two, THREE!! four, five, six, SEVEN!!”)
- The way he eagerly points out, “Open eyes?” when Mara wakes up, and always looks out for his sister’s wellbeing by putting her pacifier back in her mouth, alerting me when she spits up or rocking her car seat if she starts fussing when we’re at the grocery store. He also points out when she smiles, or asks me to make her smile.
- The way he pronounces Corban (“Corgo”) and refers to himself in the third person.
- His love for Biggles and daily requests to have him sit in his lap or come play with him.
- How his imagination is just beginning to blossom: he treats his stuffed animals like best friends, soaks in the pretend games I teach him (like fire truck, picnic and singing performances) and reads to himself.
- The irrepressible fun he has with his little friends, and how he mentions them by (mispronounced) name when he’s not with them.
- The feel of his snuggly head on my shoulder as I hold him and sing to him before bed.
I finally did a quick glance through all the video clips I’ve collected over the past two years and put together a snapshot of Corban’s life thus far to screen at his party. Here it is. Amazing how quickly these two years have gone by!