Last night Harper told me she wants an orange cat named Gnocchi and a purple dog named Come-Here-And-Sit.
Hope your Mother's Day is filled with love and hugs! Casey gave me the ultimate gift this morning, sleeping till 6:30. She also offered me her strawberry at breakfast, but decided against it. Oh well, it is the thought that counts little girl.
A month or so ago, I sort of entered this dreamy foggy spot where I am less than prompt at doing things that need doing. There are 3,491 e-mails in one of my inboxes. Something should be done about that...
So that this is only a day late is really an accomplishment to be celebrated. Yeah!
Hope your Easter was lovely. And, if you don't celebrate it, hope your Sunday was lovely.
My mom came over for an egg hunt in the back yard and a buttermilk french toast brunch. It was all very low key and super fun.
Now that it is all over, if Harper is at lose ends around the house, I tell her to look for more eggs in the back yard. Hey, you never know...
We went on an Easter egg hunt today, and the girls had their photo taken with a bunny, who I see in retrospect, looks disturbingly similar to the bunny from Donnie Darko. Why we were like, "Hey little girls, hop on to creepy bunny's lap and let's document this moment for prosperity!" I may never know. It is just one of the many nonsensical things you do as parents. It is mandatory.
I can't put my finger on it, but some how Casey is reminding me more and more of Zsa Zsa Gabore lately.
If I may toot my own horn here, I think I did a splendid job dressing Harper. The band aid on her forehead is an accessory. She chose the Hello Kitty one, and has been wearing it for days. She looks in the mirror at it, smiles, and rubs it.
She thought she was dressed up like a cowgirl, and kept yelling "Ye-Ha!"
We had Casey's first birthday party today.
It was a brunch, shrimp and grits, mimosas, buttermilk lime dressing on bib lettuce, deer cake pops, and a Berry Birthday Cake. A far cry form the events we had planned for Harper's party, but, well, babies don't really do so much. This is to your advantage as parents, I have learned.
She had the time of her life. Her BFF, Sully, came with his awesome family, and so did her G-ma (my mom). Sully's big sister and Harper 'helped' Casey open all her presents. It may have been the most attention she ever got from the big kids, which is all she ever wanted.
Everyone had a long afternoon nap when it was all over, which is the icing on the cake of any day around here.
I made the party hats with this template.
The boxes are from my etsy shop. In the big girls', I put some crafty things for them to play with during the party. Three year olds are not so much for sitting though a leisurely brunch...
The table runner is wrapping paper from Target.
I made the polka dot garland, which was not crafted to the best of my ability by any means, but Casey did not mind one bit.
It was a lovely laid back moring, and I couldn't have imagined a nicer time for such a sweet little baby.
2010, I will miss you. a) You are super cute. Really, only 2020 could be as cute, but that show 20/20 ruined it. b) You brought us our Baby Casey, who has been SUCH a GOOOOD BABY! c) This is the year we moved in to the most ridiculously fabulous house know to man. I know, I need to share pictures. Here is a little sneak peak:
Our feature wall.
2011, honestly, I'm having a hard time with you. This is the year my baby will turn one, and my other baby will turn three. Basically, this is the beginning of the end of babies. And, uh, I will enter my mid-thirties this year. The whole situation lacks luster. Well, 2011, If I were to make one wish for you it is that you don't suck. Dear reader, I wish your 2011 will be a very good year; a year that does not suck, as well. Cheers!
