There were plenty of stories from our whirling dervish of a trip down the Turnpike a couple weeks ago. Dying Easter eggs, sleeping in a big bed, Gigi’s 90th birthday party, morning egg hunts, chocolate overload and a pretty Sunday dress. I’m getting tired all over again just thinking about. I think I’ll let the pictures speak for themselves:
Somehow we entered a time machine and woke up today to find our little baby had become a little girl. A funny, cute, beautiful, goofball of a girl. Happy 2nd birthday!
Cecilia’s celebrated her first birthday this past weekend with verve and style. Actually she was a little sick (how appropriate given the day care colds we’ve endured this year) and off her game, but even on an off day she managed to make everyone smile.
One lesson learned for next year: start the party earlier. By the time we presented the birthday girl with her cupcake she was teetering on the edge of a meltdown and even pink buttercream wasn’t going to save her. She was a bit half hearted in her tasting. Luckily she’ll have plenty more birthdays to sample.
