"I'm one, Mommy!"
"No, you're two! How old are you, Kate?"
"I'm one, Mommy!"
And so it went, back and forth, back and forth. All weekend long we tried to get Kate to tell people that she's now 2, to no avail. Unless you had cake in your hand, that is. Then she would gleefully tell you she was, in fact, two. And then she would expect a hearty "Happy Birthday!" and a bit of your cake.
We started out the festivities by going to get her 2-year-old pictures done at JC Penny's. That was probably not the best place to start, in retrospect. Kate is not fond of professional portraits, and she does not cooperate at all. We somehow managed to get a few cute shots, which I'll share in a couple of weeks when I get them back.
We got back home just in time for pizza and cake with Aunt Jessica and Daddy. I had spent part of the afternoon making her a Dora cake (see above), and she was nominally excited about it. I think she recognized it as a crude representation of her favorite thing in the whole world, and gladly ate it (it was chocolate, after all). She opened her gifts from Jess, and spent the rest of the evening pushing various objects around in it. I have no doubt that we will at some point find Claire strapped in to the chair, and Starbuck should fit nicely as well.
Stroller from Aunt Jessica.
The next day was her birthday party, which went pretty well, rain and all. I was happy to see that the stork cake turned into a duck cake with little effort on my part, and Kate only had eyes for her Dora candle anyway.
Vovo Simone spent hours decorating, and Kate could hardly believe her eyes (and good fortune) when she saw all the candies and balloons that were there in honor of her.
Her friends got her some wonderful gifts (most of them Dora-themed, of course), and she spent the weekend enjoying all of them.
Since the party, Kate has occasionally admitted she is now 2 years old, and she demands that we sing 'Happy Birthday' to her and light her Dora candle each and every time we have cake.