We've kept him alive.
That's what I joked when JD turned 1. Then 2. We've made it.
We have been struck neither by life-threatening illness nor by mortal injury. He's had fevers and his feet burned. He's accumulated scrapes, bumps, and bruises. He's driven me to the point of insanity and forgetting my sense of right-and-wrong.
But we've worked through it all.
JD is 3!
When he and Toodles woke up, I went in and asked, "What do you want to eat?" to which he replied, "Doughnuts." "Well, I don't have doughnuts, but how about pancakes?" "Doughnuts and pancakes!" Sigh.
So I changed Toodles, then JD and I took a shower because I couldn't remember the last time he took one; 45 minutes later, we were out the door.
To Jewel for the doughnut (Dunkin' is just a bit closer, but doughnuts at Jewel are only $0.59.
Then we walked to Sam & George's Restaurant and had pancakes and bacon, his favorite breakfast. We are regulars there, so they know us. When he was done, they gave him a little ice cream sundae with a candle and sang "Happy Birthday."
Now my babysitter is here and I should be writing this during nap instead of wasting valuable babysitting time!