It's official: I have a two-year old, a glorious, independent two-year old.
The Warlock arrived home from a business trip in DC so we could finally celebrate the birthday the way a birthday is supposed to be celebrated, with our family, together. There was cake. There were candles, blown out three times. It was so much fun; how could we resist his calls of "more fire?"
We also tried to introduce Bardo to the big screen. That was a failure. He successfully got through the previews with much popcorn and switching from Mom's lap to Dad's lap. After he started "creating his own soundtrack," we decided to quickly remove him from the theater. Luckily our mall has a playground with thick, padded carpet, so I was able to witness his social skills in action. Thanks to his experience with Pippi, he does not allow big kids to take that truck steering wheel away from him. Unfortunately, he got a big glare from the mama of a 13 month-old when he tried to remove his hands from a piece of playground equipment the new toddler was hanging on to for dear life. Obviously, Bardo still has a thing or two to learn.