Trekster is 2!

Yes, my littlest turned two this month.  My sweet, headstrong, cuddly momma's boy is getting big, and it's kinda sorta doing a number on me.  This has been the longest period of time in our marriage that I have not been pregnant, and we aren't planning on having any more.  Although I'm totally ok with that, it still feels weird knowing I'm entering into a whole new stage in life.  It wasn't my 30th birthday that opened my eyes to this new stage of life...it was this 2nd birthday that made it hit home.

Now, we love to celebrate, but we definitely do not "go big" in the Slay house.  Our parties usually consist of a few friends and our families.  On Trek's actual birth day, we had our neighbor's over for pancakes and bacon.  I mean, that's pretty much the epitome of party food in our house.  Throw some whipped cream in there, and we're in heaven. Their sweet little one is only a few days younger than Trek, so they both blew out candles.

Aren't they the absostinkinlutely cutest things ever?  Trek gets all confused over this whole "blowing" thing.  When he's told to blow into a tissue, he blows through his lips.  When he's told to blow his food or candles, it often comes out the nose.  We're confident he'll get the hang of things one day.  Until then, we'll just eat around the boogers.  Just kidding!

A few days later, we had all our family over to celebrate.  I went all out with $5 in decorations from Wal-mart.  Watch out Pinterest!  Ha.

As usual, there were tons of gifts, and Trek was in total shock.  He went all "Ricky Bobby" and had no clue what to do with his hands.  

Luckily, he had his sister to assist him with the opening of his presents.  

The boy loves his underwear.  He'll change them several times a day even if they're not wet, just so he can run around with a different car or train adorning his hiney.  

Ummmm...or his head.

And, of course, there was cake.  

This was our first time to host anything this large at our new home.  It was so nice to have such great indoor and outdoor space for everyone to hang out and celebrate this sweet boy.  I'm always reminded at our family celebrations just how blessed we are to be surrounded by so many people who love us and our crazy kids.  As we gathered for prayer before supper, I took a mental picture of a truly special image.  Divorce, different last names, differences of opinions...the things that divide so many families were all scattered amongst one another in my kitchen, standing hand in hand, thanking Jesus for this sweet boy who has so sweetly imprinted himself on each one of our hearts.