Whoo hoo! I'm TWO! And NOW, I think I am really something special.
To celebrate my second birthday in style, mom and dad decided to have a birthday brunch at a local restaurant/pub. We invited 25 people (including 10 kids!) and hoped that the mayhem wouldn't blacklist us forever. Here I am psyched to party (and already hopped up on chips...er, french fries, for you American Saxontologists). My button designates me as the official "Birthday Bloke."
We ended up occupying two large tables (as well as about a 1/3 of the restaurant in buggy parking).
Here I am with some of my sand pit buddies and Conorito's mom.
'Naynay' (as he often refers to himself in the 3rd person) and I share a deep and meaningful love for chocolate cupcakes.
Too busy to pose with dad. Must rearrange silverware.
I had such a great time at the party and my friends were so well-behaved that the restaurant actually asked us BACK!!!! I am hanging with a VERY classy crowd here in London, I must say. How often does a posse of two year olds get invited back anywhere?
Of course, after we left the restaurant, I was on a high....then it all quickly faded to black.
Stay posted friends, next on the two year old agenda...UNDERPANTS and POTTIES! Curious? I sure am.
Okay, I admit it. It wasn't my finest hour (or more accurately, 30 minutes). While I have been diligently rehearsing for weeks and fully expected a flawless performance, the appearance of 40 parents in the audience gave me quite a case of stage fright!
My teacher, Angela, held me on her lap as I tried to explain my performance anxieties.
Later, however, I did manage to pull myself together and perform as the "sixth" cracker in the song "Five Little Crackers." During rehearsals, I had practiced the song as the understudy for one of the five lead performers who had been ill. I wasn't going to let all that hard work rehearsing go to waste now, was I?
