My baby turned two yesterday. As the fifth of five, he gets more than his fair share of love from his four adoring siblings and parents. As we celebrated his big day with inexpensive gifts and a small chocolate cake, I watched his face explode with happiness with each simple gift. Other than blowing out the two candles before the end of the song, the biggest hit was an inexpensive stuffed puppy that he carried around the rest of the night with a big smile while tightly holding it next to his plump cheeks. Dylan had no idea why he was getting the extra gifts, it was just another day to him. However, I loved watching the chubby little fellow loving life and cherishing each bit of love, each extra kiss and added attention.