Has it been that long?

Apparently it has. Junior celebrated his second birthday this past Saturday. I am pleased and appalled by such a realization. My sweet little baby is now in full-on Man Mode, putting on his own shoes (almost) and feeling entitled to his own portion of All Things Frosted.

He enjoyed every bite.

In true "free spirit" fashion, we decided to forgo the traditional birthday party in favor of an open house-style event. No invitations were sent. I just mentioned that there would be cake on such-and-such day. Kind of like Field of Dreams.

"If you bake it, they will come."

I baked six cakes. They are all gone. Here's the party rundown:

3:00 (am) -- I am done with work and baking, time for bed.

7:30 -- Junior wakes up.

7:35 -- Himself gets up.

8:03 -- Junior discovers his present, a shiny new tricycle!

8:27 -- I get up.

8:45 -- Junior plays while Himself makes a breakfast run and I put cakes together.

10:00(ish) -- The first guests arrive. Junior is highly impressed by his present, a storytelling teddy bear.

10:30 -- More guests, more presents, and cake is served.

12:30 (pm) -- The family is present. The candle is lit and "Happy Birthday" is played. Junior enjoys his cake.

2:15 -- The musicians begin arriving. Folks have been coming and going all day. Junior is still going strong.

4:00 -- Hot dogs and beans are made available, and the sixth pot of coffee is made. I am on my second cup and starting to drag.

8:00 -- The crowd is starting to thin out, although a few people are still dropping by. Junior thinks he is a rock star and plans to party all night.

8:30 -- Most of the guests are preparing to leave. Junior is blowing kisses left and right. I'm still waiting for the expected nuclear meltdown.

8:45 -- Junior is done. He staggers up to me, signs 'bed' and announces, "Night... night" with half-closed eyes.

8:47 -- Junior is in his pj's.

8:49 -- Junior is in his crib.

8:50 -- Junior is asleep.

11:30 -- The last guest leaves.

And how was YOUR weekend?