Happy Birthday Oliver! You're Two Years Old!

Ollie had some friends over for his birthday party yesterday. His favorite part was the cupcakes.

Helping to make them. 

Taste testing them.

Blowing out the candles.

And eating them!

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Ollie, I can't believe you're two years old already. The last two years have been the best of my life because of you. Just when I think I couldn't possibly fit any more love for you in my body, another day comes and I love you even more than the last. You are an amazing little boy—I would have never guessed that I'd be having whole conversations with you at the age of two. That you are riding your scooter down Brooklyn streets like Evil Knievel. That you know almost all of your letters (mixing A and K up sometimes), your last name (leaving out the Maurer part! occasionally), and be able to count to 10 (without that pesky 5 usually). That you devour books like I used to, and run to me every night after bathtime and ask "read a book together?" That you still love to snuggle in the morning. That you play so nicely with your friends and ask them "you want some of this?" when you're feeling generous. That you want to follow Papa to work every morning and when I ask you what you would do at work, you say "I play work". That your imagination is growing as fast as you are and that you understand what pretend is, but still like to call the family of skunks in your book "Mama, Papa, and Ollie". That you sweat as much as your Papa and I do (sorry about that!) That your favorite games are the silly ones that make you laugh that laugh—the one that makes me laugh too, every time, because it is so full of joy. That you say "I love you Mama", unprompted, which is so incredible it makes my heart hurt every time I hear it. Oliver, I promise I will always try my very very hardest to make sure you are as happy as you make me every day. I love you so so so so much. xxoo, Mama