Nothing much going on

I have been sitting here trying to think of what to write about. This has been one of those weeks that I have loved being at home with Andrew. He has been so much fun. We have been outside as much as possible walking, pulling the wagon, riding his car, and going down the slide. He helped me wash my car and it was fun to hear him giggle when the water would drizzle down on his head. He would take the sponge from the bucket and copy what I did. He gets up on his tippy-toes and tries to hard to get high. I must say he was very helpful. He also helped me dust the house. I told him that his G.G. and Paw Paw are coming and we needed to spuce up the house. He also helped me clean the window on the front door. It sounds a lot like child labor but who am I to stifle someones desire to help out (if my friend Stacy is reading, remember mowing the lawn (sorry to all the others the story is too long)). He is addicted to the Veggie Tales cd we have in the car. All he wants to hear is the Cheeseburger song. The song is too fast for him to sing along but he knows the last note and will sing it and imatate the character voice. When Chris and I first heard that we laughed. It is funny what he remembers.

He's 2

On April 30th Andrew turned 2. He celebrated it in grand fashion. He had a party on Friday after Afterhours (which is a singles worship event) with all his friends from the singles ministry. We started the party by bringing out his cake and singing the birthday song while he blew out the candles. When the song was over he helped himself to some cake by biting it off the sides. It was perfect! He kept trying to get more but if anyone else wanted to help us with the cake he needed to stop nibbling. He opened gifts and got a cool bus, a toy dust buster, an Elmo backpack, and some cool shirts. He loved them all and started his Saturday morning by playing with those toys (and wanting more cake and ice cream). Later that Saturday, he had a party with his friends. They had a fun time riding in wagons and writing on the driveway. Chris grilled some hot dogs and I bought some chips and dip. Andrew got another cake and tried to do the same thing as the night before. It was so much fun just watching all the children play and have fun while the adult just sat around and talked. There are lots of pictures below to give you an idea of what the party was like. Sunday was his actual birthday and when I woke him up I was singing the birthday song to him and when I finished he said, "Cake, ice cream?" He knows where his priorities are.
I can't believe he is already 2 years old. Where has the time gone. I remember holding him gently in my arms at the hospitol thinking I might break him so I wanted to be extra gentle. I remember the moment I realized he won't break as easily as I first thought but I didn't want to risk it. I remember him just gazing in my eyes with the confused look only an infant can give. Some how he bacame a toddler with lots of bumps and bruises but still intact. He stilll is my baby boy but my baby boy in a new body. Thicker skin on his knees and hands but still wants his mommy when he get a boo boo (his mommy and a band aid).

His cool new doggie cup. Only cool 2 year olds get to drink out of this. 

This was his present from mommy and daddy. He loves to go outside and ride around. Soon he will be able to reach the pedals.  

Hey what's in this one? 

Eventually this came out. 

We thought this might take a few hours to open. He wanted to pulled one strand out at a time. I was going nuts but he keep chugging away at it.  

More cake please. 

One candle down one more to go!! 

Yeah, he blew out the candles!!!