drew turns two

as is tradition, a jumper and helium tank are rented, too much food is made, and an ice cream cake is bought, on which we put a wishing candle.

although i totally adore my nephew/godson, drew's not so enamoured with me. and on his second birthday, it is no different. he gives me a hug and a kiss after much cajoling from his mother, but keeps his distance, preferring to stay on one side of the kitchen, near his other aunt and godmother lan who is making cookies, while i cook on the opposite side of the kitchen. in time he comes by to look at what i'm doing. i am cutting out segments of blood oranges for a salad and i offer him a wedge. he shakes his head and steps back a bit. i tell him that it's sour and that he'll like it. he takes the wedge from me and puts it in his mouth. his whole face puckers from the tartness.

"them cam (more orange)."

i love this kid who loves balloons, coin-operated carousels, and tart things.