Both KB and I were a little sentimental when we got up with Jackson Sunday morning. He woke up not too early (for once) and in good spirits (not always true) and when we reminded him it was his birthday, he answered back that he was "two!" *one pointer finger on each hand held up* and clapped and we melted a little. He helped around the house and at the grocery store all day long, and was hysterically happy (in an adorable, involuntarily-make-you-laugh kind of way) when his friends showed up for his party. He shared his toys and ate his taco and chowed on cake and it was good.
I ate cake and ice cream and still had normal blood sugars. (So go fuck yourself, diabetes!)
Here is his cake, y'all:
And some cookies I made (bear paws! acorns!):
And cookies I bought as back-ups in case my cookies sucked (which they didn't, so more cookies!):
And party decorations (the crappier the thing, the more likely I made it; everything else was from Etsy):