The train cake lives on! Brock insisted on calling the cake "pancake" and was just as thrilled as ever to see the confectionery locomotive in his honor. He was sure to tell everyone happy birthday back in response to his birthday greetings. He absolutely beamed while we sang Happy Birthday to him. His Aunt Lulu and Bret made a surprise guest appearance to present the boys with some Tonka Trucks in brand new condition that Bret had rescued from a dumpster. Brock (who would probably really like a doll) was very cute with the dump truck telling it, it needed a diaper change and putting it down for a nap.
Brock is a joy and we are so happy he is part of our family! Our little snugglebug (I think he would sleep with mom and dad forever if we would let him) lives life with intensity. When he is happy and excited he has sunbeams bursting out of his eyes and when he is upset he has the vocal capacity to let you know. He revels in getting under your skin and loves to taunt. He takes the opposite view of whatever the discussion is and holds his own until he wearies his opponent. At 18 months he argued all the way home with Kedrick that the moon was red. Kedrick, a stickler for accuracy, was about out of his mind trying to teach his wayward brother the true color of the moon. I made them settle down. Brock recommenced the argument by leaning over to Kedrick and in whispered tones saying, "its red." As we pulled into the driveway, he turned to Kedrick and said, "the moon is white" and smiled. It was merely an exercise in insanity. Okay, I've gone on long enough. Who can really describe the essence of Brock? Brock is a little ham and does his best to keep us from getting too serious about life. Once he has made up his mind (which is often), good luck trying to change it! He is one determined little fellow and we wouldn't have it any other way. We love you Brockie!
3 comments:
Your cake looks so adorable. It certainly looks as though you copied it straight from one of those patterns on the directions. Brock is so darling. I still remember when we went to Disneyland when our babies were 4 or 5 months. That night we could hear Brock through the wall of the hotel rooms and he was screaming so much it reminded us of Nicky. I think the next morning Nicky was screaming and you got a good dose of her through your wall. I guess it is good for every family to have one strong personality. I love how he puts trucks down for a nap. If he ever wants to borrow or have one of Nicky's dolls he is welcome. I know it might not seem right to actually buy a dollfor him. Kevin need never know.
Another magnificent train. I love your description of him. Very well done, mom!
All I am going to say is, how did Brock know his colors at 18 months?!
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