Happy 2nd Birthday to my little person

And by little person, I don't mean small adult, I mean large toddler.

Today my son turns two. Two. Everyone at work who I've told this to responds with "time for another one, eh?"

Um... No. Not another one. Not anytime soon. Not with the working full time and finishing my degree part-time and the continuing education classes for financial planning part-time and the husband that is never home (it seems). I am not going to add a whole other LARGE aspect to my life that requires 99.99% of my time on an ongoing basis. I think my head would pop off if I tried.

My son's dayhome sent me a picture of him at lunch today. They had a mini-celebration for him with cupcakes.

Please ignore absurd bluriness. Dayhome lady must have a terrible camera.

But, of course, the pic is precious to me anyways.

Happy Birthday to my happy little guy, Braden.

Mommy and Daddy love you so much. 

(And so do grandma, and auntie, and nana, and papa, and the cat, etc., etc.)