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so what if daddy's shirt is a little big?
first things first: happy birthday, john charis heid! our little bug is two today, and i can hardly believe it. in fact, as i am typing this, two years ago right now i was channeling african birthing woman to push this child into the world. what an amazing ride it has been so far, and i am sure will always be! johns mom loves him so.

after a late night with some wonderful friends friday night, saturday was one of the busiest days our family has had in a long long time. saturday morning john woke up and the first thing he said to me was, "lsu shirt?" i asked him if he wanted to wear his lsu shirt and he said, "no! daddy lsu shirt." so we put daddy's lsu shirt on despite it's oversized nature and john happily watched some elmo while mommy got ready for work.

i had to run into the mall for a little while for an event, so i decided john could tag along with me and daddy could get some much-needed rest. john cheered and played and sang the whole way there, and was awesome at the mall while we got the event squared away. we played at the play area and had a great time.

by the time we made it back home, it was really naptime ... but instead, we loaded up in the car to head to my aunt and uncle's house for my grandmother's 90th birthday party. there was lots of family in from out of town, including grandpa (my dad) and aunts and uncles and cousins galore.

i think john's favorite part was before the party, when i let him run around naked at auntie's house. there was a little pirot that would be used to hold beverages, but it hadn't been filled yet ... so of course it was the perfect place for a naked baby to hang out:

the party was wonderful - a pretty low-key garden-style party that was perfect for my grandmother, who is one downright classy lady. there were presents and toasts and general celebration, and it was awesome to spend that time with the extended family.

my husband and i had to cut it a little short, though, to go attend the wedding of one of his coworkers. my cousin and her husband were kind enough to keep the little man for us, and the wedding was very nice. but we were very excited to pretty quickly return back to the family homestead to hang out with the remaining out-of-town and in-town relatives.

saturday night made the second night in a row with an after 1am bedtime for us (of course john was down earlier) - and sunday night would make a third. more on that tomorrow!








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