Now just tell me this isn’t the cutest thing:
Of course, Rhubarb was there, too:
What could be more adorable than four teensy girls (ranging from two today to three next month) waiting oh-so-patiently for those delicious cupcakes?
I had to wrestle her new plastic shovel (a gift from Patchfire and PC) out of her hand in order for this picture to be taken, but here’s the mama and her birthday girl.
My mother-in-law shipped us this box of treasure for Babypie’s second birthday party:
Contents: Pink fairy dresses, rainbow fairy wings, dark pink sparkly star wands for four two-year-old fairies (well, technically, the rest of the wings are coming in a second box, with pink tulle and other fairy goodies).
This little nibblet is turning two in a week and a day:
I’m pretty sure that isn’t possible.
I’ll be back to talking about homeschool soon, I promise, but for now, I have to wax a little nostalgic (and a little sad) that my little 9lb 4oz stawberry baby is now a giant 25lb almost-two-year-old who is already too tall for most of her new 2T t-shirts! *sniffle*
At this very moment (I know, because I schedule this to post right at that time) my “baby” is turning 18 months old. This is a big deal for me, because she hasn’t been all that baby-like for so long–she walks, talks, gets into all manner of mischief–that I’ve been holding on to “she’s not even 18 months old yet” as my way of comforting myself that my little Babypie is still a baby.
I must face the facts, however, and finally admit that Babypie is now a toddler. A full blown, personality larger-than-life, Princess Pitch-a-Fit toddler.
She was a fat, juicy 9lb 4oz baby:
A beautiful force of nature at a year:
Now she’s a 23 pound, lean, mean fighting machine:
So big that I’m pretty sure it shouldn’t be allowed:
And a right good dancer.
