For the past few months, we've been telling Finn that he's going to be two on his next birthday, and we practice holding up two fingers. Apparently the phrasing has stuck--now when you ask him how old he is, his standard reply is "I gone be two." Since we had a blowout weekend in New York, we had a very low-key celebration on his actual birthday: his favorite meal (fried 'callops) at his favorite restaurant Tackle Box, followed by cupcakes (he doesn't like cake, just the icing), blowing out candles and opening a few presents.
Finn and his two BFF's, George and baby George
My big birthday boy
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