Roman doesn’t have a whole lot of experience with birthdays yet, his own or anyone else’s. So for him, a second birthday was a funny thing. A day I wanted to make special for him while he was entirely unaware.
We greeted him in the morning singing “Happy Birthday To You” and kept on singing all day long.
I took him to Old Town to get a treat for breakfast, play at the playground and pick up balloons and candles for the evening.
He got two smiley face balloons which thrilled him (one sadly flew away after mere moments but he was not phased. The other was beaten to its demise by other children at the playground the next day.)
He fell asleep on the way home and took a nice birthday nap. While he was sleeping I hung the birthday banner I made him for his first birthday, and made some new party hats to add to the festivities. He was quite pleased to be greeted with the “Happy Birthday” song when he woke up.
He received a card and two boxes in the mail while he was asleep and opened them slowly when he got down stairs. First the card, a musical delight that he played with for awhile before opening the first box, a Duplo Lego barn set that he played with for an hour before opening the second box, a house set. I believe him to be a record setting slow present opener.
Then his Papa came home!
He received a delivery of a dozen cupcakes (and another balloon!) at 5pm, just in time for the big birthday main event.
And this was the sweetest thing. He loves to blow out the candles. He did have some practice with this for his Papa’s birthday the month before, so we were prepared. He sat calmly and quietly, wide eyed with attention-loving excitement, as we sang. And then after a moment of focus, he calmly and cooly, barely moving forward, let out a quick blow at his first candle. It took a few more blows, but he got them, and requested to blow them out again, and again and again, until he finally decided it was time to devour the cupcakes. Each time in the same manner, the same sweet little puffs.
After his cupcakes he resumed his play session with the legos. He placed the two little lego people on the windowsill facing out and climbed into the window, pointing out saying “see outside! see outside!” We hadn’t planned on taking him out again due to the heat and hoards of mosquitos, but this broke our hearts so we dressed him in long sleeves and long pants and took him for a ride to the playground down the street on his new scooter, which he had received as an early birthday present and hasn’t quite gotten the hang of yet.
After his scooter ride he ended the night with a disco light dance party. One of his very favorite things.
For days now he sings happy birthday to himself and then practices his little blows. Sometimes he just says “candles” “cake” “hoo hoo” probably to request another chance (which he got when his Grammy visited, and again out to dinner when PopPop arrived, and again a weekend later when we visited the rest of our family in NJ. No big party, just lots of little celebrations.)
He might not understand yet that he is now “2” or that his birthday is one special day in July, but I think after so many celebrations he understands that “birthdays” are synonymous with cake and candles and balloons and singing, and that seems a happy lesson for a second birthday <3