Deux

Well, 'tis official. As Señor is now two, he can no longer ride on our lap when we fly (mercifully). Saturday the 21st started off with whole bunch o' birthday loot (the spoils of being the first grandchild on both sides of the family):

The Grandparents went freakin' nuts. So far Zane appears to be favoring the vacuum (which is a toy, but does in fact suck) and of course, Thomas. It's not yet clear whether Zane or Mama Zeiner digs Thomas more:

Incidentally, he's been gaga over all the gifts... to the extent that Mama Zeiner spent most of Sunday reorganizing his toys. Not a small task. His play area is expanding like Kudzu in the living room.

Later on in the day we had a birthday celebration with Grandma Mouge, Mama Zeiner and Daddy Zeiner at Chuck E. Cheese. Despite the, um, 'cheesiness' of having a birthday party at a Chuck E. Cheese, it was ridiculously fun. I can see why kids freak out for this place. Video games everywhere, things to crawl in, on, through, stuff to win, hoopball... you get the idea.

After that it was time for a nap. When he got up, The Santosh came over and we made cookies for Zane to coat himself with:

Mama and Daddy were worn out after that. Old are we.

Much Love to all.