If you ask my eldest son (gosh, it feels weird to say that!!) how old he is, he will proudly respond, “two old!” It is charming and perfect and I know it won’t be long before he corrects himself, so I am soaking up this little morsel of toddler cute.
Yes! Ewan is two. My son, my self-proclaimed “big dude,” turned two years old! Two. Oh my!
His birthday was such a day. One that I know he won’t remember, but one I know I will never forget.
My water broke at 2:30am that day. And at that point I thought, for certain, that both my kids would share a birthday. I labored with Ewan for 22 hours, so it hardly seemed possible that my second labor would be longer…
As it turns out, it was. While a 38 hour labor certainly wasn’t in the plan, and it is something that I will surely write about at some point, it did allow our family of three the chance to celebrate Ewan’s two-ness in a truly special way.
The day started with gifts, a few books, a few trains and a special shirt.
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There was a little bit of cleaning and preparing for our new arrival.
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Cake baking and decorating.
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A special lunch out.
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Oh, and there were contractions that punctuated the whole day. But through it all, we were there, together. Celebrating. Celebrating our little boy. Our two-year old. Anticipating the little one inside, beginning his journey out.
It was a great day. A great day to be two. A great day all his own. Separate birthdays, it was definitely his brother’s plan.
