Sylas is 2!!!

Two years ago, after laboring all night in the hospital, half hallucinating from the sleeping pill they gave me, Sylas was born in the wee hours of the morning. I didn't get to hold him for over 2 hours. That was mean of the nurses. My first view of him was wrapped up in blankets and I remember he was wide awake. I got to touch his cheek, just before they whisked him off.

So for his special day, he helped me make the frosting for his cake, and in return, I let him eat the frosting.

This is Sylas, thoroughly sick of me telling him he is two now and it is his birthday.

"Stop it, Mom!"

Sylas's Birthday dinner, Spaghetti and Meatballs. My husband is a wonderful cook. I pity all of you.

I like to try and get a picture of the kids on their birthday with all the balloons around them on the couch. Sylas would have nothing to do with it.

"No balloons!"

"No!"

That's better, now for presents!




As you can tell, Sylas has learned how to cheese.

This is a picture of Ander on his 2nd Birthday. THEY LOOK SO MUCH ALIKE!