On Friday, despite my intense denial about the whole event, my sweet little baby, the one who just yesterday was the same size as her sister’s dolls, turned two. Yes. TWO. As in, 24 months old. Which means I haven’t slept well in a lot longer than I thought.
Wait. No. It also means that she’s been gracing us with her presence and her smiles for two wonderful years now. And, even though there’s still little sleep, we wouldn’t trade her in for any other model.
Friday dawned bright and early with C waking her baby sister with a sweetly, and cheerily, sung Happy Birthday. I was a tad annoyed that it was only 6:50, but it was hard to be really mad – she was just so excited about her sister’s birthday. (And I’m sure it had nothing to do with presents and all… heh.)
Because I’ve been a bit obsessed with prepping for BlogHer and a couple other projects I’m working on, I completely blanked on planning a party for Little L. And then the creeping crud cold from Hell took over my brain and I was unable to even throw a last minute shindig together. So I did what any mother desperate for a memorable birthday would do. I went with the crazy commercial answer to my problem.
I packed up both girls on Thursday and went to Target where I managed to purchase a couple birthday presents on the sly. Then on Friday morning I packed them up again and took them to the mall for a dazzling morning at The Build-A-Bear Factory followed with a fun lunch at the food court.What can I say? It’s a good thing 2 and 4 year-olds are easy to please.
After a rather short nap we spent the whole afternoon baking cupcakes and cookies, which we fed to some very close family friends later that evening after Little L blew out her candle. Rumor has it that her daddy blew it out… I don’t believe it.
She never did eat that cupcake. The candy, yes. The cake? Not so much.
I tucked both exhausted girls into their beds with their new stuffed animals snug in their arms. I kissed them both gently and looked at them carefully. If I squint a bit I can almost see a trace of the baby C used to be in the corners of her eyes and her smile. It’s easier to spot in Little L’s cheeks and the crook of her neck. You know, even though she’s two now.