This is the $25 Thomas cake that he didn't even take a bite of, CC declared "not good," and Destructo cried about when he found that the remainder of his piece had been cleared from the table while he was busy with presents. Oh, well. You can't win 'em all. CC was very proud of himself (and I was too) that he carried the cake in.
And here is the Thomas the Train set from Grandma that he is so wild for he hasn't eaten a bite since because he can see it from the table.
Let's back up to Saturday for a moment, though, shall we?The Animal just wouldn't live up to his name without some misadventure, though, would he? So, in a small tribute to his Year of the Terrible Two, he decided he needed to get up to his old hijinx one last time on his last day of being a two-year-old. The boys arrived back from their two days away to find some special Valentine's donuts waiting for them. (I know, not very exciting, but they've been pestering me for donuts lately so I thought they would be psyched about it.) The big boys pretty much bolted for the basement to go catch up on TV time while the Animal devoured a donut and stayed within a 20 foot radius of my person, as if to say, "You're not going to give the slip again, woman; you are MY mommy and I'm not going anywhere that I can't see you." I did manage to go to the computer for a bit, though, and when he announced from the other room that he had finished the "donuts" (yes, plural) I didn't think a thing of it. Even when I saw the empty donut container, I thought to myself... Oh, the boys must've come up and grabbed theirs and run back downstairs.
When asked if he had really eaten ALL the donuts, even his brothers', he responded with this:And then he did this:
And, THAT, my friends, is why The Animal, no matter what trouble he causes or gets into.... will always be my beloved baby. :)
P.S. Don't miss Ann Rants' version of our dinner out Friday night.