Sarah Roush

This week is a busy one in our little house. Sparky celebrated his second birthday, and a couple days later, we celebrated two years of having him in our lives. We creep forward with adoption proceedings; all things considering, life is pretty good.

Since Sparky has been struggling a bit with some sort of mucus producing virus, we stayed home for his birthday. Unfortunately, he has reached a “picky eater stage” – of which I am not a fan. He ate his green beans, (gasp!), a single bite of chicken, then proceeded to act as if everything remaining on his plate was toxic. He couldn’t get it away from him fast enough – holding his plate up and using “not his indoor voice” to get our attention. Once the offending food was removed, and he settled down, we presented him with a birthday cupcake.

He was thrilled, the (unlit) candle was pure gold for him. He grabbed it and tried to color on his tray, the table and his mom. He continued with his doomed art project while the Hubs and I inhaled our meal. Eventually, he turned his attention to his birthday treat. The local bakery makes cute, double-decker cupcakes complete with pretty frosting designs and sprinkles. I was certain he was going to lick the frosting off and hand back the denuded cake, I was wrong. He very delicately picked off every sprinkle. One by one, he popped them in his mouth, somehow managing to stain everything within arms reach in the process. I swear I watched him and still don’t know how he got an orange spot on my shirt, a blue one on his chair, a red stain on the blinds and a kaleidoscope of colors on his being from such itty-bitty candies. Once the sprinkles were gone – he tried to drop the cupcake on the cats’ head, just missing by a half inch.

Afterwards, while I was cleaning up the cupcake debris field, and the Hubs was feeding the animals, Sparky was playing in the living room. I could see his little head bobbing about his race track. His “rawr, rawr” was a pretty good indication of what he was doing…. Until I ducked around the corner to double check. At about that time, he leapt onto his trampoline, and started bouncing about. Butt naked. Again. He has discovered how to undress himself and likes to maintain that skill. Repeatedly, throughout the day. Our job is to catch him and wrestle him back into clothing.

The party hat and sunglasses, however, was a new addition to his “party, naked!” theme, as was his shrieks of “PEE-PEE!!!” Since it is always 50-50, if he is using that word as a noun or a verb, I scrambled to find where he had stashed his diaper (by the DVR player) and rewrap him before we had to shampoo the carpet… again.

All in all, I think he had a pretty good day. He certainly seemed to enjoy himself and I have some great photos – which I hope he discovers when he is about 14. Sparky is still our “miracle baby”, arriving in our lives when we had been filled with grief. Regardless of his antics, we treasure him. During this month especially, I think, there was more than one baby boy who delivered promise and love to the world just by his birth. Happy birthday, Sparky. Mama and Daddy love you.

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