On May 15, 2012, at 8:18 p.m., my baby girl officially turned two years old. Of course, we let her open her presents in the morning and celebrated with her all day long, but I held onto "one" for as long as I could manage.
Now, three days later, I am worried that the best years of my life are over.
|Ella has been eying other kids' tricycles for a long time now, so we decided it was time for her to have her own.|
|I gave her a Kangaroo that goes with Eric Carle's book Does a Kangaroo Have a Mother, Too? I am so glad I caught her with her, "Read this one to me, Mommy!" face.|
|Auntie Mikaela sent her Good Night Hawaiian Moon. Which, apparently, she can read on her ride.|
|Justin and Ella stretched while we waited for the train at the New Orleans Square stop.|
|We rested in California Adventure before running around in the Adventurers playground area.|
|See this sweet girl? Standing so, well, sweetly in front of a pot of hunny that Winnie the Pooh must have left behind? Yeah. I love her.|
|She had a bath even though it was way past her bedtime, because after sunscreen and Disneyland and build-your-own sundaes, you just have to get clean. And Mommy needed a picture of her big, beautiful, tired eyes.|
All of this I can write calmly now because she has been asleep for about three hours.
I didn't manage to get a photo of today's milestone: the first several-minutes-long tantrum. In a store all the way from the back area, through the checkout, and into the car. (I don't think the clerk believed me when I said, "She's never done this before," while I paid as fast as I could. The young man didn't even respond. I wish we had been at our local grocery store, where the clerks always try to make friends with her.) I'm going to spare her the details, but know that it is true.
Ella is two.