Going Back in Time

Each day that passes brings us just a little closer to Bea's 2nd birthday. As she approached her first birthday, I was very happy about reaching that one-year mark, as in "We made it! As parents, we must have done something right!" But as she gets closer to two, I am sad. It's the clear mark of little girlhood. Real sentences. Real tantrums. Real poops on the potty. Since this blog didn't exist back when she turned one, I need to reminisce - if just for myself - of that one year birthday celebration:




The guest of honor was tired and cranky. She was more interested in the plate than the yummy cake I made. She had already had a big hoopla of a party thrown for her at daycare in which she decided that an afternoon nap was not necessary. She chose to gum the the wrapping paper of her gifts instead of checking out her cool new presents (most of which were clothes). Boy, I was glad that we didn't have an actual party where we invited people over. Instead, it was an intimate cranky-fest, so-to-speak. But, one that was enjoyable.

This year it's possible that she may get a party, something small, as we celebrate the big 2. I haven't yet decided completely. If so, I know that it won't be on her birthday as the actual day will fall on a Wednesday. I guess we'll see...It's still about four months away. I can't help but ALWAYS think ahead these days.