Yesterday morning, I heard our little birthday boy wide awake while his brother was still cozy and snug asleep. I lifted him out of his crib and we climbed up the cold, wood stairs. The next thing I knew, we were curled up on the sofa, watching a rousing episode of Fireman Sam, his favorite because of the fire engines. It was his first birthday request, even though he really had not a clue that it was indeed his birthday. I tried to sneak away and make my morning cup of chai, but he firmly patted the sofa seat next to him and called my name, and there could be no hesitation from me after seeing and hearing that.
We tried to fill his little day with things that he loves. And, as you can see, the winning gift was his new firetruck, the 'wee-o-wee-o', as he very affectionately calls them. (He has quite the collection and loves every single one of them.) I decided to put together a little donut cake, after thinking about how he hardly ever eats more than two bites of cake. And boy am I glad I did. His little eyes lit right up at the sight of those donuts. And the sparkler candle that I was so excited about, thinking he would absolutely love? He was so sad the entire time it sparkled.
I love this ^ picture for so many reasons. Job's big smile about Graeme reading his new book to him and the fact that Graeme laid out the blanket and sat down to read all on his own, for starters.
I've titled the little video below 'the saddest happy birthday song'. I even muted out our version of happy birthday/Jobie it's okay/come here, honey/ happy birthday to you and decided to add a little happy tune instead. It makes it that much more comical. (smile) All in all, we're pretty sure he had a happy second birthday. We are so thankful for our sweet Job Hudson, our daily reminder of God's goodness to us!
Jobie turns two! (saddest happy birthday song ever) from Sarah Kate Branine on Vimeo.