|Not an elephant.|
In the week and half leading up to the birthday, I felt crummy and crummier. I downshifted plans to: An elephant crown! Special birthday sour cream cookies with jam. And balloons! And family skyping and visits. That'll do, right? It did, it most certainly did. Little girl was fascinated with the cookie rolling process, loved all the treats and attention.
My health rallied, I bustled around like most fools who have come off a fever and now think they're superstars; which resulted in a lost voice by the evening and a confused daughter. Why was I trying to whisper songs? "No. No, LOUDER, like THIS" Hmm, no, afraid not.
|Also not an elephant. Repurposed block prints.|
|Making short work of the paper measuring tape|
|"Oooo, My TWOWN," she says. We don't do hard C's yet.|
|In her party dress, barrettes intact|
|"Special Birthday Cookies" vs. dried apple rings, which she thinks are normal cookies|
|tugging on Grandpa's ear|
|Crown denuded of flowers, crash imminent|
|Crash accomplished, pajamas await|