Today is the birthday of my dear sweet sassafrass, Calliope Jones. She is two. (I will take a picture tomorrow. Today I feel like poop.)
She is hilarious, adventurous, self-assured and whip-smart. Everything these days is "Mine!!," and no, she won't share. She loves mice and babies and blocks and puzzles and a million other things. I can't even think of something she doesn't like. Other than being told not to do something.
We had her party on Sunday. Family and close friends in the park. The weather was perfect, and she got some great presents. Elmo, Live; fancy Gap sweater-dress with co-ordinating tights; felt vine/flowers necklace; handmade owl purse, and a bunch of other good stuff.
In other news, I am addicted to Skee-Ball on my iPod Touch.
She is hilarious, adventurous, self-assured and whip-smart. Everything these days is "Mine!!," and no, she won't share. She loves mice and babies and blocks and puzzles and a million other things. I can't even think of something she doesn't like. Other than being told not to do something.
We had her party on Sunday. Family and close friends in the park. The weather was perfect, and she got some great presents. Elmo, Live; fancy Gap sweater-dress with co-ordinating tights; felt vine/flowers necklace; handmade owl purse, and a bunch of other good stuff.
In other news, I am addicted to Skee-Ball on my iPod Touch.
5 pats | placate me
