wants so badly to go to "skindergarten" with Elodie
loves the Easter bunny and pretending to be the Easter bunny. We were making cupcakes together and as I separated the eggs she told me the Easter bunny comes and hides eggs and carrots.
desperately wants to be potty trained but isn't having any luck, mostly because Derek and I are not committed. It's hard to do it and be at work/daycare most of the time.
needs to stop napping but still does at daycare. At 10:05pm one night last week after about an hour of me trying to get her to sleep she looked at me and said "Mom! I not seeping! My eyes are still werking!"
I am always fascinated by the moon. The bigger and brighter the better. I captured this blurry one as I walked out the door on my way to work this morning. I love when the sky is dramatic, especially when we have a special day ahead of us.
And what is so special about a day that begins in the middle of the night? Well, little Miss Danica is turning two, that's what!
Derek decorated the kitchen a bit in anticipation of our evening festivities. It's pretty crappy that we have to work and be away from her all day but that's just the way it goes these days.
I made a cake last night. Chocolate with buttercream icing.
Ingrid thought it would be cute to make it a monster cake and added some googly eyes. Danica thought it was funny.
She is such a little dolly. Adorable. Sweet. Funny. Silly. Good. She is just plain ol' good.
She was pretty impressed with her cake and the fact that it was on fire.
She had lots of help blowing out her candle.
I think it was Elodie who actually did the honours but not without Danica trying her best first. Just look at that little face. I could squish it!
For a boxed cake, I have to say it was pretty delicious. For some reason, Elodie only likes the cake or "bread" part, asking to have the "pink stuff" scraped off. We are currently examining her birth certificate for authenticity.
Danica is not content to sit by and let her sisters do all the heavy lifting. Ingrid thought it was funny that Danica wanted to carry the box that's almost as big as she is. She called her "Little Mighty" after that. Good one, Ingrid.
She was so happy to finally have her own stroller and no longer has to wait for her sisters to give her a turn.
Oh great! Just as Elodie graduates back in to "normal picture faces" Danica defects and this is about as good a posed picture as we can get these days.
Danica loved all her gifts and tried to put them all into her new stroller. Her new teddy bears are getting a warm, snuggly ride wrapped up in her new bathrobe.
Elodie loves presents. It doesn't really matter if they're her's or not.
Ingrid is a funny little girl. Though she seldom plays with traditional little girl toys, opting instead to do her hair or cartwheels or play dress up in her own closet, she will sometimes settle right down into it if there's someone to play with.
The birthday girl is getting tired but Elodie is like the energizer bunny when new toys are underfoot. You'd swear she never had any toys of her own.
Our baby days are officially behind us now. No more counting the months, no more "shh, the baby is sleeping...". And soon no more cribs and no more diapers.
It seems like you're in the baby zone forever and then suddenly... you're not.
I can't believe Danica is two. Where on earth did those two years go?
The first time Ingrid finger-painted, Derek and I practically wrapped our entire kitchen in paper, taping rolls and rolls of it all over the floor. We video recorded and took photos galore. She ended up looking like she had a full body tattoo. And then we promptly plunked her into the bathtub.
Fast forward a few years to child #3 and well... finger painting happens wherever it happens - rarely in the playroom where no "dry clean only" items reside and usually in the living room instead, where a weary mom can sit on a comfy couch and mumble "ohhh pretty, good job" from her supine, semi-conscious position. And the clean-up also happens roughly, as in, whenever. I do my best to guide them to the bathroom without leaving a trail of colourful handprints behind but what doesn't come off with a few baby wipes and a quick rinse gets taken care of in the bath... a few days later. That's right, I don't bathe my children every day. OMG! The insanity of that would positively kill me!
Danica is a fan, for sure, though. She had a blast and had remarkable self-control with the paints. She wanted to squeeze out the paints herself but otherwise wasn't gratuitously messy, unlike a certain older sister.
And Elodie has always been a very neat finger painter. Even as a very young toddler she usually preferred to use a brush or sponge over her fingers. Not that she doesn't like to get dirty. She just seems to prefer to use a tool instead.