So the Saurus turned two. Yikes. I’m alternately patting myself on the back for keeping a small human live for two whole years, by God’s grace, and pouting because he’s just growing up way too fast!
On the occasion of turing the big T-W-O, we had a party, complete with cupcakes and the birthday song. One of those things, the Saurus approved of, the other he did not.
Saurus abhors being sung to. Listening to music is awesome, being sung to is terrible in Saurus world. I used to think it was just my voice that made him scream in terror but turns out it’s everyone. Needless to say, the birthday song did not go over well.
me: lights candle. Look, Saurus, a sparkler on your cupcake!
awkward silence while we all stare at saurus, who stares at his cupcake
party guest: Should we sing?
me: ummmmm……i guess so? okay.
everyone: Happy BIrthday to you! Happy Birthday to you!
saurus: OH NO! NO, NO, NO, NO!
everyone: happy birthday, dear saurus
saurus: MAKE IT STOP!!!!!!
everyone: Happy Birthday to you!!
saurus: THIS IS THE WORST DAY OF MY LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
saurus: you’re done? oh good.
party guests: wow. he really doesn’t like singing.
saurus: cupcakes and happiness!
me: oh, good grief, saurus, i just wiped your face. now your snot will forever be immortalized in what could have been the cutest picture ever
me: whatever. Happy Birthday , offspring!
saurus: here, Dad, have some cupcake. None for Mama.