Well, he's almost two. River's birthday isn't until the 20th but for the past couple weeks, he's been giving us a very thorough demonstration of what's to come for the next 12 months.
They don't call them the "terrible twos" for nothing.
What's making it so hard for us (and him) right now is that he can't talk. Is it his hearing? Nope. He can hear you unwrap a Twinkie a mile away. What's his deal? Dunno.
So, because he can't talk, but has a lot to say, this is how he communicates:
In this particular photo he was extremely upset because mama wasn't delivering those little cupcakes fast enough.
River's party was supposed to be gothic circus themed... BUT... um, I kind of forgot about his birthday until just a few days before and had no time to get things ready. Awful, I know. Shake your head at me, wag a finger. Shame, shame, shame on mama.
It wasn't that I forgot his birthday - I just plain forgot what month we're in right now.
I decided to go for an arty party. Nice and easy, cute and cheap. I put river to work with finger paints and crayons and used his art as party decor.
Soooo that's all for now. There are still strings of cheap plastic pennants and paper chains all over the place. It's the day after the party and I just plain don't feel like cleaning anything. I don't wanna clean anything ever again and you can't make me!