My precious girl turned two yesterday. I'm honestly kind of shocked. When she was a newborn, the two year olds were SO GROWN UP, and I was convinced she'd never be that big. But she's a walking, talking, two-year-old, and I love it so much. Her first birthday did not go the way first birthdays should go. I woke up with mastitis, and it was the day we had to say goodbye to my parents when they moved. It's not a day I look back on fondly. Thankfully, her second birthday was so much better.
The thought of throwing a birthday party for a toddler gives me hives. I'm not an event-planning, party-planning kind of person. I don't even want a birthday party for myself. I love simple, family days on birthdays, so that's what we did for Gracie. I know spending a day with us and doing her favorite things would make her so much happier than a house full of noise and people to overwhelm her. If she wants birthday parties when she's older, that's fine, but not now. Judging by the internet (which we all know is so honest and real), I might be the only mom to feel this way.
I woke up to my newly 2-year-old yelling "Noel, STOP!" at the cat, even though the can't wasn't in her room. She would yell it, giggle hysterically, and yell it again. Over and over. It might be the first time I've ever woken up laughing. She came downstairs to a Winnie the Pooh balloon, and that is all she needed for her birthday. We also gave her a new dress, a baby doll, and some books for her birthday. She's been spending all her time (when she's not coloring on the windowsill in red crayon--sigh) changing her doll's diaper.
We took her to the park to swing and play and went out for pizza for lunch. We did all her favorite things, and I don't think I've ever seen a little girl so happy and excited. She squealed between every bite of the two huge slices of pizza she managed to eat. The best part of all is that we all took an afternoon nap. My body is physically incapable of napping, and yet I fell asleep soon after she did. It was MAGIC.
Since I fell asleep, I never got her birthday cake made. The good news is, she doesn't know she's supposed to have a birthday cake. I gave her a cookie instead, and I'm going to make her cake this weekend when her grandparents surprise her and visit. Plus, the produce man at the grocery store gave her a birthday cupcake this morning, so I think she's set. Since I had to clean up chocolate cupcake crumbs and pink icing, I gave myself half the cupcake when she wasn't looking. Once again, what she doesn't know won't hurt her. I have kept her alive these past two years, you know.
We have more presents and celebrating with her grandparents this weekend. Just like holidays, birthdays are so much more fun with kids. I think I enjoyed her birthday even more than I did my own.
But the most exciting part of all is that we have an entire birthday cake to look forward to.
Now let's all take a moment and cry over these pictures of newborn, 1-year-old, and 2-year-old Gracie Anne.
At the grocery store this morning, she wrapped her arms around me and said "I wuv my mommy." I think I'm going to love having a two-year-old. I've had so many emotions this week. Thank God for cake.