What?! My baby is two? My 5th and probably last baby is not a baby? How and why?! I did not agree to this!!! And not only did I not want this day to come, but I had to buy treats and decorations and pretend to celebrate the occasion... Ridiculous! Well, I am grateful for my little Reedy boy, and so glad that he came to our family, so I guess that's reason enough to build a donut mountain and buy a few presents. These sad-faced pictures are of Reedy trying to patiently wait for daddy to come home so the party could begin. Reed's true loves, even at this tender age, appear to be suckers, hot dogs, sports and trucks...so that is what we got him. And after we opened presents and pigged out on donuts, we went to the park for some t-ball and kick ball. Reed would count down in a very cute way before he swung the bat..."four, two, one...go!" He whacked it good several times. He seems to have a natural knack for anything that involves a ball. He sure is a happy, funny little guy. I enjoy our story time together every day before naps. He usually picks "Potty Time with Elmo" if you give him the option. We also sing songs and he loves "Itsy Bitsy Spider," though he is terrified of the spider I make with my hand - he will scream and laugh and attempt to take a dive off the bed if I don't restrain him. And each night after family prayers, he takes off running to be the first one in bed (Scott and I crack up every time). I remember wishing with all my heart before Reed was born that he would be a girl. I'm so grateful that Heavenly Father knew how much I needed him and sent him anyway. Happy birthday Reedy!
