My sweet Ellie-girl had her birthday on Tuesday.
She's two now.
And oh what a girl. She is almost too cute to stand. Every day we find ourselves talking about how stinking cute she is. Gosh we love her! She's silly and affectionate and sharing and oh so smart.
She "reads" herself to sleep every night.
She gives the best hugs. Seriously. Tight squeezing arms around your neck, and sometimes she pops her foot up behind her. We like to have her hug everyone who comes over, just to show off how awesome her hugs are.
She answers "yeah" to everything anyone not in our family asks her or says to her.
i.e. "You're a cutie!" "Yeah."
She has to label the "baby, mommy, daddy" of everything she sees, from characters on tv shows to pieces of her scrambled eggs.
She's talking up a storm all the sudden. Yesterday she walked in while I was in the shower and this is what she said:
"Spilled. Milk. Couch. Did it. Nick. Towel! Bye."
I guess Nicholas spilled some of his drink (she calls all drinks "milk") on the couch but she was taking care of it for me. That's my girl.
And now, the birthday.
We had to wake her up. She wasn't going to get up, kept rolling over to go back to sleep, until Kent asked her if she wanted to open presents.
I told her she had to wait until Daddy got home.
Because I wasn't involved in a wedding a few days after Ellie's birthday (sorry Nicholas, your cake was kinda lame this year....) I was able to spend a bit more time on the cake.
and I liked the rainbow cake better, so we did a rainbow cake.
With strawberry filling between the layers.
and then it was time for cake and presents.
While we sang to her she laughed out loud-
Oh how I love you, my Ellie-girl!