Bump turned a whopping two on Sunday. We moved into our new house two days prior to that (and stayed in a hotel the first night), so needless to say this wasn’t the most eventful birthday. A colleague of mine, whose son was born five hours before Bump, agreed to host a joint birthday bash for the two boys. Now that I think about it, we did the very same thing for Bump’s first birthday, only then we celebrated his birthday with an old friend of mine from graduate school. Maybe next year we’ll host a Barack/Bump Birthday Bash?

I chose the picture below because frankly the fuzziness best symbolizes my life right now: everything’s unclear, moving quickly, and yet cause for celebration as I make my way into homeownership.

Happy Birthday Bump!   (He’s the fuzzy one on the right)