This weekend we had a fun family day celebrating our silly, sometimes sassy, spunky second child! Friday night, I pulled out my camera while Porter was in the tub to snap his final picture as a 1-year-old. (Until going back in the blog, I had completely forgotten that I'd done the exact same thing with Kaiser on the eve of his 2nd birthday!)
"So...what's all the fuss about tomorrow again?"
On Saturday morning, Daddy had to go in to round and wasn't home when the boys woke up, so Mommy and Malone got to be the ones to sneak into their room singing "Happy Birthday" to Porter. (Actually, like last year, we opted for "Go Porter, it's your birthday, we're gonna party like it's your birthday!") Kaiser, who was equally excited that it was his brother's birthday, joined in, as well.
Classic Porter face.
"I'm TWO!"
You'd have thought it was Mr. Bedhead's birthday, he was smiling so big!
We went downstairs, where the boys found a bunch of balloons on the floor of the kitchen. They had fun bouncing them around while I got their breakfast ready.
Cheap entertainment!
Brett had made a quick run for donuts before he headed in to work, and Porter was pretty pumped to learn that an extra-special breakfast was being served on his special day.
Birthday Boy on his birthday throne.
"May I haf donut pees?"
Diggin' in.
Once all donuts and bananas had been devoured, the brothers returned to their balloon play. We turned on a "Boogie Monster" CD and had a dance partay in the living room.
Stopping to say hi to Sister, who was calmly looking on.
All boogying ceased (temporarily) when Daddy's car pulled up!
Over the course of the next hour, we all got dressed and ready for the day. Before we left on our special birthday outing, we let Porter open his gift from YaYa.
What could it be...?
Kaiser seems to think it's cool.
Porter immediately hopped on his "motorcycle".
Cool rider.
After a couple of spins on the tricycle (which is absolutely adorable), we managed to convince Porter to sit on the couch for his 2-year-old picture. Upon hearing us promise his brother raisins for smiling nicely, Kaiser jumped up for a photo, as well.
Buds.
We kept our destination secret from the boys all morning; not until we were in the car driving did we tell the boys we were going to the Pennsylvania Trolley Museum in Washington, PA. The last time we visited the museum was on Kaiser's second birthday, and we thought it would be fun to go again, now that Porter can appreciate it, too. We arrived around 10:00, and I fed Malone in the van while the guys went inside to pay for our admission and get info about the tours, trolley rides, etc. Once the girls finished up, we all waited for the next trolley to arrive, which would take us to the pumpkin patch.
Killin' time on the tracks.
Here she comes...
A "choo-choo tane"! (Not really, but close enough.)
Mighty good-looking men on this here trolley.
So stinkin' sweet.
We were dropped off at the display building, where we got to check out several old trolley cars and climb inside one that had been restored.
Operating the signal.
In the driver's seat.
"Why is this one not moving?"
Me + all my babies.
Once our clan had finished exploring the trolleys, we headed back outside to play a few games that were set up and to choose our pumpkins.
Tossing rings.
He shoots -- he scores!
"How 'bout dis puhkin?"
Making his selection.
Malone escaped from the Beco to pose for a pic with Daddy.
Soon the trolley pulled up, and we hopped back on for our return trip.
Pensive passenger.
Best. Daddy. Ever.
Before leaving the trolley museum, we stopped at the craft area to decorate our pumpkins and enjoy some popcorn and apple cider.
Self-portrait. :)
By then it was past noon, and we were all feelin' the hunger inside, so we stopped at Jimmy John's for lunch. Then we went straight home for naps (and to watch what remained of the OU/TX game, of course). Once the kiddos woke up, we went back out for a quick dinner at Qdoba. Porter is a huge fan of their quesadillas, so we thought it was a good choice for his b-day dinner.
Sister was awake for the very beginning of our meal.
However, soon sleep proved too tempting...
Tortilla? Gooood. Chicken? Gooood. Cheese? Gooood.
I don't really know what this photo is about, but I like it.
With full tum-tums, we returned home to open Porter's remaining birthday gifts and to enjoy some cake.
Percy talking flashlight from Jefe and Nana -- SCORE!
YaYa actually made these racing flags for Kaiser, but Porter was excited about them, too.
Checking out the moving parts on his new concrete mixer from us.
Birthday Boy agreed to smile for a pic with his tired-looking Mommy.
For several weeks prior to his birthday, we'd been asking Porter what kind of cake he wanted. We always got the same answer: "Chockit." So, I decided to make a Texas sheet cake during naptime that day. Unfortunately, I was trying to multi-task, and somewhere amidst running upstairs to calm down a wailing three-week-old and popping my head in to a certain two-year-old's bedroom to remind him to go to sleep already, I managed to botch said cake. Boo. Thankfully, I had some Ghirardelli chocolate brownie mix stashed in the pantry, and I knew that Porter couldn't have cared less whether his cake was fancy or homemade (or even a real cake, for that matter) -- as long as it was chocolate. And so, birthday brownies it was!
Getting a closer look at his Spiderman and Elmo balloons while he waits.
Yep, pretty sure he didn't mind that it came from a box.
This guy was pretty happy to help put a dent in them, too.
Once every last brownie crumb had been eaten, Brett took the boys upstairs to rinse off in the shower. Then we managed to squeeze in quick Skype/Facetime calls with Pops and Uncle Justin and Aunt Amanda, who all wanted to wish Mr. P a happy birthday. After such a long day, Porter hit the hay hard, and Kaiser wasn't too far behind him.
As has been the case with most of our birthdays thus far, Porter's celebration was simple, but a very special time with our little family. I kind of figure we have lots of years ahead of us to do big parties (if the kids want to), but at this point the Bralys prefer low-key. Hopefully our boy felt just how much we adore him and how precious he is to his mommy, his daddy, his brother, and his sister!
Happy 2 Years, PKB!
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