Our little rump roast recently turned two and we celebrated by hosting a small party with Smith’s grandparents and aunts and uncles. Since he loves all things diggers, trucks, and dirt, I chose a construction theme for this year’s shindig.
The decorations were straightforward. Construction balloons, construction garland, and some bulldozer temporary tattoos.
In a moment of impulse while on a Target trip with my sister, she and I thought a bull piñata would also be a great, albeit completely unrelated, addition to the party. Unfortunately, we never got around to the candy-filled bull; but it was probably a good thing considering the birthday boy is just learning how to successfully shovel food into his mouth independently. Why not give him a stick and tell him to hit a floating object repeatedly? Bert just loved this part of party prep. This picture makes me laugh.
- Grilled bratwurst and (uncured) hotdogs with various toppings
- Baked three-cheese macaroni and cheese
- Tippy’s tossed salad
- Grandma’s fruit salad
- Great Aunt Khaki’s birthday cake cookies (recipe coming soon)
- Chocolate cake with fluffy chocolate buttercream icing
- Ice cream
The grill master.
I had so much fun making Smith’s cake this year. The lad loves chocolate. I couldn’t be prouder.
After lunch, Smith opened gifts and I assumed my role as the family creeper by snapping candid pictures of everyone without their consent.
After capturing lots of fun, I whipped out my tripod and forced all of us to take a few group shots. Childhood birthdays make me sentimental and nostalgic and documenting it with pictures of the ones I love the most is a way of keeping those emotions in check.
Smith’s construction-themed second birthday was so much fun. Both for Smith and his family. These past two years have flown by and I am so thankful for the gift of motherhood that I have been given. I would be dishonest if I were to say parenting is all sunshine and lollipops, but it is without a doubt the most fulfilling adventure I have been on. We love you, Smith. Thank you for filling our lives with laughter, joy, and unbridled energy.
It’s not a party until someone brings out the (unfilled) tea kettle.