Turning 2 & 27

I thought I would just combine our birthdays since they are only 1 month apart and we celebrated them just about equally (about as low key as you can get). I probably would have done something more, but under the circumstances of being at grandma's, moving & the fact that she won't remember, we just sang to her and ate her cake. She loved being sung to as you can see and she did pretty good with the candle too. Hello toddlerhood!

I mostly only ever talk about her so I think we can officially state she is perfectly sassy, empathetic, loving, goofy, outdoorsy, inquisitive, intelligent & brave. She has my whole heart and I love all her quirks. I'm beginning to wonder if I'll ever learn patience with the whininess, messes, and flat out disregard for authority, but that's just a small part of parenthood. Her word bank is still getting bigger and she is improving on her sentences - it sounds like broken English that up until now only I could really interpret. I don't think I'm qualified enough to be her mother, but I'm definitely honored to watch her learn and grow.

I decided to make some cupcakes for my birthday with an expired package and scratch frosting. They were delicious if you had a glass of milk (ended up super thick, is that what the egg whites do?). She helped. It's another one of her latest most favorite things to do - pull up a chair and "lexi help mama" and she discovered what licking the spoon means, of course.

 We went to Denny's for breakfast for a free grand slam and Firehouse subs for a free sub lunch. Not a bad way to not cook or clean for your birthday! And how could I not be happy with that girl next to me?! Her singing me happy birthday was the best. Dad hung some photos I wanted on the walls and we tried to get some sunset photos that didn't end up working out. One day I'll get them I swear, but I'll post the two non-sunset shots we did get later.

I told Mr Smith months ago that all I wanted for my birthday was my own home, so we got that far. 

And to top it all off, I ended up being a year younger than I thought. Several months ago I started saying I was 27 and I think I just got used to that idea and by the time my birthday actually came, I thought I was moving up! Thank goodness I still have another year of my youth. I also suck at math.

PS - Connie Smith made both our birthday cakes. I liked mine best: angel food cake, vanilla pudding (need I say more) and cherry pie filling. Thanks grandma!