Paxton is TWO. Already?!


Paxton's 2nd birthday crept up on me and also proceeded a week of VBS. So we celebrated like normal people this year and just had the grandparents over for a BBQ dinner.

Pulled pork to be exact.

And some good summer sides, like Martha's corn salad.

Any excuse to get us in good company, with good food, out on the back patio with some tiki torches is a good excuse, indeed. Thanks for growing up on us, P-Town.

Our Paxton, little bro of two sisters. Little mothers. He calls them his "Smothers". Okay, maybe he calls me his "Smother". What can I say? Guilty!

As I've said before, my children are fantastically photogenic.

Seriously. Don't be jealous. Slack-jawed, half-eyed photo ops are our specialty. Derp.

Having just the grandparents over for Pax's birthday was great. Sander and I agree that we're lucky that our parents get on so well. Makes things easy for us.

Since it was just the few of us, there were few presents to open. But he still got a good haul. Like this Matchbox Water Canon firetruck water gun thing. Seriously cool toy. He loved it, and we had a hard time getting him to open any more gifts after he'd met this toy.

He did spare a moment to kiss the hippo card mom and dad gave him.

The Smothering Sisters gave him a John Deere lawn mower! Get to work, Pax!

Then there was the big ticket gift...

A push trike! Yay, Papa Erickson put it together for him.

He says, "It'll do. It'll do just fine." {He LOVES it.}

So you see, a simple and sweet birthday party. Okay, we might have splurged on a bounce house for his birthday, to wear out the kids, you know? {Pax wouldn't get in the thing, of course.}

We sang 'Happy Birthday' over a chocolate eclair cake that didn't set up right. But you know what? I don't even care. Because we were well overdue for a easy going blah birthday.

And this birthday was juuuust right.

Even if Pax cried big tears when grandma and grandpa drove off in the RV that Pax thought was a birthday present.

Happy Birthday, my little man!!!


Mommy loves you to pieces. So much it hurts.

Cheers,
Pax's Mom