Mikey’s second birthday was yesterday. When he woke up, he called his daddy asking if he can come to our bedroom. When he was permitted, he ran and jumped on our bed asking him: “Is my happy birthday now, dad?” We laughed and showered him with kisses. (Mikey always puts ‘happy’ and ‘birthday’ together because he heard singing and saying ‘happy birthday’. To him birthday doesn’t go without happy). We said it is and that we will celebrate it later since all of us are going to the work. He couldn’t wait to happen. My mom told me that when we went to the work, he asked his grandpas and grandmas to start his birthday party. My dad took him on his lap and asked him:

- Your mamas and daddy will be very sad if we start it without them. Do you want them to be sad?

Mikey made very serious face and said: Nooooooo!

Dad (kissing him on the cheek): Then we shall wait for them. OK?

Mikey confirmed nodding his head. My dad teased my mom saying to him:

- You know what you and I can do now?

Mikey nodded his head left and right.

My dad: We can have a glass of cold beer.

My mom immediately reacted angrily: Over my dead body, LIVIO!!!

My dad loooves to tease my mom like that. He chuckled, kissed him on the cheek and told him to go and bring his sister for they are going to water the plants and clean the parking place.

Our parents prepared everything for his birthday party except birthday cake which three of us made. It was my Prince’s desire just like he did for Precious’ birthday. All family members gathered. Our moms dressed our children in solemn outfits. Knowing that I like to dress Precious in nice dresses, they dressed her very nicely. She was all in white and she looked adorable. Mikey was dressed like his dad; linen white shirt, linen white pants and sandals. He looked adorable too and he really liked to be in the focus of our attention. We were glad to see that he was nice to his sister who followed him everywhere. He held her hand but he “had” to emphasize to her that he is “celebrity” here. LOL. Anyway, Mikey loved everything that he got from family members. He shared his candies and sweets with his sister, but he screamed joyfully clapping hands and pounding on the floor when he got electric motorcycle and leather jacket my mom sewed for him. He didn’t want to get off of his motorcycle and he didn’t let her sister sit on it. He learned that he is not allowed to push her so he “defended” his motorcycle by his body stepping in the front of her and preventing her to approach to it. Even his dad’s appeal to share didn’t help. He just loved his new motorcycle. So, we simply let it go for now knowing that he will let her sister sit on it by the time, when first euphoria fade away. His dad also made him extremely happy when he took him on short ride on his bike driving on the small side road with very low traffic. He drove him slowly while Mikey was sitting on the gas tank between my Prince’s legs and holding tightly for the cap of the gas tank. He shouted loudly for he was very happy. All in all, we were glad that Mikey’s birthday went well and that he was very happy. His electric motorcycle had to be in his room so he can see it before he goes to sleep and when he wakes up. Forgot to mention: When he was about to blow the candles on his birthday cake, I told him to make a wish. He said:

- I wish my dad will not work but drive me on his motorcycle every day. (Of course, Mikey said it in his childlike way. I just “translated” his words correctly).

It was cute and we showered him with kisses. My Prince promised him that he might not drive him every day, but he will do it whenever he can. When my luvs wanted to take a swim at the end of the birthday party, Antonio got a phone call - appeal for intervention. Since all of his bodyguards and security guards were busy, he asked my Prince and Ivy if they will take the job. They accepted. Before they went to the house to change the cloths my Prince threw my Fran into the sea. Well, that is the price he always pays when having big mouth. He said to them:

- Hey, savages …… Keep your tools in your pants, behave and control your savage urges. We don’t want journalists, police or gangsters to knock on our door…..

Did he deserve it? Yes, he did. Was he angry at my luv? Not at all. He knew what will happen when he talks too much.