The Anatomy of a Second Birthday-Gabe-Style

How can it be that it's been TWO YEARS since this little Christmas gift was delivered to us!

Today, we celebrated our sweet, stubborn, passionate Gabe and the two years that we have had getting to know him.  The morning started off slow--Gabey was tired and whiny and wanted to be held.  The house, however, looked like a band of Vikings had pillaged the place, so we stayed busy.  He perked up quite a bit on a late-morning trip to Target to finish up shopping and had a special treat of Target popcorn, the crumbs of which were appropriately dumped in an aisle, Gabe-style.  He is so messy!

He took a revitalizing nap with his newest stuffed friend we call "Biscuit" after the literary canine he so loves these days.

We attempted to get some good two-year-old pictures, but he was acting like . . . well, a two-year-old.  Check it out:

The big brother of this establishment tried his best to model how to get a quick picture taken:

Notice the popscile.  The popsicle was the incentive for these shots:

 Not great but better than this shot . . . though his curls are looking curly in this shot:

Anyway, we then took a trip to Jumping Beans for some fun:

 Check out the bounce in the next two pictures:

Next, Gabe threw us for a loop.

He apparently decided that "Chic-A-Way" was boring.  We go there frequently so we figured his birthday dinner would be there.  Until about 5:15 when he started saying "pizza."  We didn't know if he knew what he was saying, but everytime Noah said, "I want chicken!" Gabe said, "I want pizza."  Being the birthday boy, Gabe won.  And let's just say he knew without a doubt what he wanted.  He wanted pizza.

And he ate about 5 slices while his counterpart ate 3 salads and baby carrots.  And no, I don't mean me.  I mean this guy:

They are so different, and this dinner experience proved it.  I tried to get Gabe to eat a piece of spinach pizza but to no avail.  Oh, well.

We then drove around to look at "pretty lights!"  Every time we would say, "Aren't those pretty, Gabe?" he would say, "Yes, they are!"  He's so articulate!

When we got home, it was time for CAKE.  With terrible writing.  I'm not a cake decorator.  Clearly.

I wasn't sure he would be hungry for cake considering the insane amount of pizza he ate, but apparently he is going through a crazy growth spurt because he ate cake. 

The day wouldn't be complete without the nightly tumble session with big brother.

They are a wild pair.  But so fun!

After a busy day, our snuggly boy loves to cuddle and calm down.

Happy birthday, sweet Gabe.  We loved celebrating YOU today.  You are the best Christmas gift we ever received--straight from the heart of God to ours.  We love you always and forever.  xox