Last Sunday was Owen's second birthday. We kept things pretty low-key, with an afternoon at the park and a cookout with our immediate families. Owen rode the train and the carousel at the park and loved both.
I made cherry vanilla cupcakes instead of a cake, and like any kid, Owen enjoyed the frosting more than the cake part. He got a few nice presents, but we didn't overdo it.
We saved the overdoing it for this weekend, which was Nonstop Picnic Weekend. We had our adoption agency's picnic in Springfield in the morning, and a family reunion in Frederick in the afternoon. Today was Families with Children from Vietnam's annual picnic.
Owen held up well at all three events, but it was a lot of people to deal with. He played with some of the kids at the agency's picnic, and he met some new cousins at the family reunion. He's fascinated with older kids, watching them and imitating them for better or worse. At the reunion, he finally met his second cousin Todd, and they played with a cooler.
At today's picnic, he was more interested in splashing in the puddles along the park's path, requiring a full change of clothes and some scoops of Oxyclean when I did the wash tonight.
And he was the Tasmanian Devil at bedtime, twisting and turning and jumping around until he finally conked out. Being around large groups of people and a lot of noise is hard for him. He's very social and he does really well with being charming and friendly, but he easily gets overstimulated and it takes a while to settle down. Last night on the way home from Frederick, he babbled at the top of his lungs for 20 miles.
So how are we winding our way out of this extremely hectic weekend? By heading to the pediatrician's in the morning for another round of shots.
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