Happy Birthday, Reid!

Reid turned two on the 23rd of February!  Although it seems to me like he's been two for a long time now.  I feel like he should have turned three.  Is that weird?  Anyway, it was a rainy day so we decided to try bowling on base, but that didn't open until naptime.  So then we went to the marina to eat lunch, but they didn't serve food until naptime.  So we settled for a mediocre meal with bad service at Beef O'Brady's.  The boys were all really good, though (D slept the whole time, thankfully) and I think they enjoyed it.  Oh, and on the way back home we stopped to "feed the goats"...

There's this random house/farm on the way to the base where the owners have eight million goats (seriously... do you see them all?) and usually a donkey or two (although we didn't see any that day) that come right up to the fence and love to be fed.  You can find a car pulled over with people feeding these goats at almost any time of any day.  Any old Tyndall peeps reading this remember these goats?  They're still there!

This was obviously the patriarch of the bunch.  He was enormous and he had about 400 little babies running around underneath him.  I was kind of gagging the whole time... they all smelled like dirty, rotten goat cheese to me.  And I love(d) goat cheese, but I may never eat it again.  

The boys loved it, especially the birthday boy.  :)

When we got home we had packages from Aunt Leslie to open that the boys were SO excited about! J and E got a dreamlight (night light that puts colored images on the ceiling and walls) to share and R got some monster trucks.  They really loved them, Les!  Thank you so much!

Poor Reid didn't get a party this year (but, really... he's two and we just moved to town so who would we have invited?  And would he even have known what the heck was going on?) due to having an 11-day-old brother and parents who barely have the energy to throw dinner together.  I did manage to get our favorite chocolate cake made, although it was questionable towards the end of the evening whether it would actually get frosted or not (but it eventually did).  I did also manage to get a "Happy Birthday" banner hung and we sang and had cake and opened some presents, and these three boys seemed "Happy, Happy, Happy"...

This one, however, was NOT!  I would scream, too, if I had to miss out on that cake!

These pics are weird because Phil was trying to video and take pictures at the same time.  :)

You know the best part of the cake is the frosting on the bottom of the candles, right?

"CHEESE!"

Oh, Reid... we just love you so much!  Our world would just not be complete without sweet, smiley, happy, curious, loving, fearless YOU in it!  Even though somedays you frustrate me so much that I want to put you in the front yard next to a sign that says, "Free to good home," (just kidding) not a day goes by where Daddy and I don't have some story to share with each other about something funny you did or something sweet you did or said to us or your brothers.  You are such a blessing to us all! :)