Sunday, December 03, 2006
Yesterday my sweet, darling, teeny, tiny, little Baby turned two.
(Are you sensing some denial here?)
Two is still a baby, right? I mean, never mind how big she looks in the picture, she's still a baby. She's not really big, is she? Even though she's talking, putting on her own shoes and eating with a spoon instead of her hands, I can still call her a baby. She still wears a diaper...babies wear diapers, right?
It was a fun evening, even if we were celebrating her getting bigger. Hubby, who would normally be working, took the night off to be with us.
That alone is cause for celebration.
Brother, Sister and I colored Dora pictures and hung all over the kitchen. We hung balloons and streamers and baked her a Dora cake.
Hey, get a load of that cake.
We had fun, party-like finger foods for dinner and watched Baby go crazy in her little slice of heaven surrounded by Dora. Though she didn't fully understand what was going on, she was definitely enjoying being the center of attention.
Like she isn't anyway.
It was all very wonderful...even if she is two. Even if she is growing up on me. Even if she is my last baby who will break my heart and leave me one day.
But I'm okay.
And if that cake doesn't make me a shoe-in for Mother of the Year, then I give up.