There are now no more babies in my house. Unless someone brings one over. But no babies live here.
D turned two yesterday. We had a small party with family and friends. There was the requisite cake and ice cream and pizza and balloons and small children running amok. At the end of the day, she still went to bed with Giraffe (friends of ours know Giraffe well), her best friend since babyhood, she still needed milk and string cheese and snuggles before she could sleep. But she's a toddler now, full of words and ideas and jokes... She runs and plays soccer and Lego with her brother. She loves Spongebob and Dora. Her favorite foods are scrambled eggs, string cheese, yogurt, and strawberries. She has more words than I can list here. She blows kisses and hugs, dances to Christmas music, and plays Mama to her baby doll (for which she got a stroller for her birthday). She helps me in the kitchen, clears her place at the table when she is done eating, and remembers to say thank you but not always please. She is Daddy's sweet princess and brother's comrade in arms. She is sweet and stubborn and funny, and she and her brother are my world. They are the best thing that ever happened to me, and I love them more than I ever dreamed I could love.
hanging out with memom and papa, before everyone showed up
picture time with Memom
a couch full of children!
My favorite is the one on the right, I love that look of concentration!
playing with Aunt Jenn and the new toy dishes
What's the first thing you want to put in the doll stroller? Why, the cat, of course!! Dingo stayed in there for several minutes, actually. I think he enjoyed the ride - of course he's the lazier of the cats.