Well, this little man turned two on the very day that I ended up having to take to my bed with a post-birth uterine infection. I held it together long enough to see him blow out his candles and then disappeared into my room for almost a week thus missing all other festivities. Admittedly, all other festivities only included eating said cake and opening his presents but still, major mom guilt was experienced. You know, after the antibiotics kicked in.
I did manage to deliver him a brother that he won't have to share a birthday with, so at least there's that. Also no one gave him the present that I had bought and hidden in the closet so I guess that's one child's Christmas gift taken care of :)
It's always surprising how gigantic your toddler seems when you bring home a new baby and this time was no exception. Of course my toddlers tend to be legitimately oversized, but still, he seems much larger than he was before I left for the hospital. I love looking at these pictures of my giant, no-longer baby and the smile on his face when he saw the cake. Chris says it was the whole "baking a cake when not even a week out from delivering a baby" that precipitated my illness, and while he may be right, I'm going to go ahead and believe that it was the homemade nature of the thing that brought that special sparkle to his eyes and that he most certainly would not have shown the same level of excitement over blowing out two candles had they been stuck in pretty much any other store bought confection.
Hopefully next year I will manage not to be desperately ill on his big day and won't miss out on all the fun again.