two...
well Dylan, we made it! you are two. can you believe it? i’m stunned. just stunned that i have a two-year-old. i am feeling such different emotions than i was when Dylan turned 1. when his first birthday came, i was sobbing, whimpering, trying to hold onto every last second of time before he turned 1. i was kind of in panic mode. this time around is so different. i couldn’t wait for Dylan to wake up so i could run in his room and sing him happy birthday songs. he thought i was nuts. seriously, i think i terrified him more than i made him happy and excited. after i got him from his crib, we came downstairs and had breakfast, and birthday donuts (some that were left over from his party, he loved the change from the usual yogurt and banana). then, it was off to meet dad at work so we could take our newly-minted 2-year-old out for a family birthday lunch. Cafe Rio is a family favorite, so we decided to go there (and it doesn’t hurt that they give free quesadilla’s to...