Happy Birthday, James!

James turned two on Superbowl Sunday this year and that alone, makes me smile.  You see, Steve likes to tell the story that this is Jimmy's third Superbowl Sunday and he just turned two.  Jimmy was three days old, and one day home from the hospital, when we make the trek down to the neighbor's house for their Annual Superbowl Party.  He was passed around from one person to another (except when he needed a feeding, and then he was all mine, of course) and everyone was in awe that we took a three-day-old baby to a party.  We laughed and said, "when it's your fourth kid ... nothing phases you."

We started out the day with our traditional cinnamon rolls with candles in them, but Jimmy just wasn't feeling very well.  You can tell that he sinuses were bothering him, but he at least tried to look at the camera and put forth a little effort.

We sang "happy birthday" to him and told him that he had to blow out his candles.

It took several attempts to master it ... but he did!

Later that day, once everyone had a decent lunch, headed into the dining room so that Jimmy could open his presents and blow out the candles on his cake.  (I put the cake together the night before -- just a simple one -- and he woke up to it and presents on the table).

Jimmy couldn't wait for all of us to join him before he began ripping open the paper!

Jack and Sophia were sooooooo patient with him.

Opening a whole tub of potato head parts.  He just recently discovered our supply of Potato Heads and I decided that he might like a few more parts to play with and be creative.

His new sunglasses.  It's safe to say that he loved them.

He's an expert now on blowing out candles.

Later that night, we headed down to the Annual Superbowl Party (we split up knowing that some of us would be coming home earlier than others) and managed to capture a family picture while we were there.  My hair was a bit wild after chasing the Toddler Tornado around (ahem, James!), but it's still a "keeper."

Happy birthday, James!