So, to continue with the party.
Kenly blew out her
candle like a champ. After taking a few bites of yellow and orange icing, she remembered "the order of events." She
knew that after cake came presents. She pronounced that she was all done, and then she headed to the living room where she found her "stash" and her rocking chair. She did
manage to stay in the kitchen long enough to take a few pictures with her parents.
She sat in her rocking chair looking like a princess. She tried her very hardest to be patient, to wait until everyone was finished with cake, but she's two. Five minutes passed and then I heard a little voice yell, "Come here now. Time for presents. Cake is all done." And who can argue with the birthday girl?
She opened all manner of presents. One of her favorite gifts was her favorite foods made out of wood. Nana and Papa worked really hard to make her favorites look just like the real deal--crouton, bacon, ketchup, mustard, honey mustard, peanut butter, and a few others that I know I'm missing. She opened sidewalk chalk, books,
CDs, a tutu, a Thomas the Train set, and
her very own kitchen.
When it was all said and done, the living room looked like a disaster area. There were toddlers, paper, and presents everywhere. It was a sight to behold, a rip-roaring success.
She finally opened her kitchen. We made her guess what it was, and she thought it was a chair.
It think she's happy with her new kitchen.
I love how she placed a stick of butter into her tea pitcher, but hey, I'm not judging.
I think she'll be reliving this day for months to come. Thank you to everyone who helped make this day so special for my little girl.
She sat in her rocking chair looking like a princess. She tried her very hardest to be patient, to wait until everyone was finished with cake, but she's two. Five minutes passed and then I heard a little voice yell, "Come here now. Time for presents. Cake is all done." And who can argue with the birthday girl?
She opened all manner of presents. One of her favorite gifts was her favorite foods made out of wood. Nana and Papa worked really hard to make her favorites look just like the real deal--crouton, bacon, ketchup, mustard, honey mustard, peanut butter, and a few others that I know I'm missing. She opened sidewalk chalk, books, CDs, a tutu, a Thomas the Train set, and her very own kitchen.
When it was all said and done, the living room looked like a disaster area. There were toddlers, paper, and presents everywhere. It was a sight to behold, a rip-roaring success.
She finally opened her kitchen. We made her guess what it was, and she thought it was a chair.
It think she's happy with her new kitchen.
I love how she placed a stick of butter into her tea pitcher, but hey, I'm not judging.
I think she'll be reliving this day for months to come. Thank you to everyone who helped make this day so special for my little girl.
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