So, Mason is officially two now. He's pretty excited as you can see...he loved when everyone sang to him. As soon as we were done and clapped and laughed and wanted us to do it again. The look on his face cracks me up, pure joy, maybe he was just thinking that cake was his piece! He had a great party with family and of course got way too many presents, Nolan says thanks too...I love family parties, they are small and personal and everyone who loves my babies is there to celebrate the day of their birth. It makes me cry when I think he's two and growing so fast, but I love the little person he is becoming. He's very sweet and wants to please others, but he's also very sneaky and loves to push the limits. He's starting to cuddle more the older he gets, which is the opposite of most babies. I feel I'm bonding more with him in his second year of life than I did in his first. I don't know if it was because of the acid reflux and all the screaming and crying and not wanting to be held, or if that's typical because he's baby number 2 and therefor not held from the moment he came home from the hospital...not sure, but I'll take the hugs and kisses and cudding anytime.