Sunday, September 23, 2012

2 Years - It's Party Time!

The celebration is never-ending.  And why should it?  It's too late to keep him from being spoiled rotten, don't you know?

The birthday fun all started on Sunday night when daddy starting putting the train table together.  Henry knew something was happening as he kept on repeating "Daddy's building!  Daddy's building!"

On Monday night, we carried the sleeping, unsuspecting Henry out of his room and lay him in our bed while we took over assembling his table and train tracks in his rather snug room.

Once everything was assembled, we lay Henry back in his crib and got to work wrapping gifts and putting up a few decorations downstairs.

6:15am:   "Mommy!"   silence    "MOMMY!"

We went into his room and he was standing on his bed staring at the train set, asking to "get out."  We popped him on the floor and he immediately took to pushing the trains around, until it made noise.  I eventually had to take all of the batteries out of the tracks so that there would be no more offending sounds.

Then as a special treat, Henry went out with daddy to ride the subway to the Scarborough Town Centre, which involves a small amount of light rail.  While they were out I threw the cupcakes together, in the midst of typing furiously on my laptop as it was a work-from-home morning.

Henry went down for a nap and slept until 3pm.  We ordered curry (Henry loves butter chicken), played with his train table and opened more presents.

A couple of tantrums here and there, but for the most part he was one happy 2 year old.

Then, four days later was his birthday party.  This had been hyped up for at least a month.  He knew all the guests that were coming, he knew he would have face painting and decorations and juice, cake, fruit, games, etc... he was not disappointed.

We received some very useful advice to only invite as many children as the number of years being celebrated, plus one.  So we invited 3 children and a baby.  One child couldn't make it in the end, and we were left with a very manageable gang.

While we didn't end up doing much face painting or playing games, it seems that the boys had a lot of fun just playing with trucks and the train set of course.

It is such a wonderful feeling to see your child so happy.  He has actually been more receptive to our commands of eat this / brush your teeth/ get dressed / time to go since his birthday.  I don't know if having such a good birthday created some kind of understanding or increased trust, but whatever the reason may be, I love it!

Some Pictures:

Saturday, September 15, 2012

A Time to Every Purpose

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:  -Ecclesiastes 3:1

Right now, as summer fades into the autumn, I am feeling very much in sync with the seasons.  

Cooking soups, buying warmer clothes, browsing chutney recipes, thinking about Halloween costumes and which plants I can keep indoors.  I have even bought my first flower bulbs, daffodils, to plant after the first frost.

In the mornings, as it is now darker, Henry & I walk out to the deck and look up at the stars, catching the last glimpse of night.  

The moon disappeared a couple of days ago, after we had tracked its progress across the sky for weeks.  Where did it go?  How to explain this to a toddler?  "The moon is hiding behind a shadow.  It will come back out in a couple of days."  When it comes back, perhaps he will begin to understand.  But as in life, knowledge is built in a cyclical foundation, each time round being slightly different.  

Sometimes we walk through the ravine on the way back home from day care.  We saw the first red leaves of the season.  Henry has been watching the tomatoes ripen in the neighbour's yard and can now see and touch gourds and pumpkins at the market.  I hope we will soon make some pumpkin bread and pumpkin pie.  

I love seeing the world fresh, through his eyes.  Everything looks just as it should, but somehow without him, I can't see it clearly.

I love my son, now 3 days away from his 2nd birthday.  He is truly a little boy now, looking so grown up and wanting to be so independent.  

I will show him everything that I can.  

And soon, he will be showing me things and eventually will fly away.

And then what?  

Having only one child means this period in my life of child-rearing will be a relatively short one.  

And I must learn to live my life as the better version of myself.  And for this I am grateful.  And for this, there is a symphony in my heart.  

Some pictures.