Happy Birthday.....BUNDLE!

Don't yell at me.  The end of school is a crazy time of year.  It could seriously give Christmas a run for its money.  It has now been nearly a week since the big day but I am proud to report that I have officially MADE IT through Bundle's first two years.  Hooray for Bundle, hooray for me! We did it!  Now we get to enjoy her wonderful twos before we hit that very scary year of three.

We had a very mellow celebration, just the grandparents joining us for cake and ice cream and a few presents.  There were also balloons, of course.  I feel that a party can't be complete without a bright bunch of balloons floating nearby.  Bundle was fascinated with them, of course, and I did something very stupid. She was begging to hold a ballon and I did not want her to be sad so I handed it to her, warning her not take it to the yard and let it go because it would fly away forever.  "Okay," she sweetly replied, and promptly made a bee-line for the back yard, let the balloon go and waved goodbye forever.  Duh.  She thought it was absolutely hilarious and that pink balloon did not end up being the only one to be released into the wild despite our best efforts to keep them contained.  Bitty was not happy with this turn of events, but she eventually recovered.

Bundle took a long time to figure out what was going on - we prepped her for days about her birthday, we asked her all day long whose birthday it was, and it wasn't until about 8:00 that night that she finally started saying, "Birthday for ME! Happy Birthday, Emma!" (In fact, as I type this, she is sitting on my lap, hanging onto my elbows, looking at the pictures and saying, Happy EMMA Happy BIRTHDAY.  Very cute.) Of course, if you ask her how old she is, she will dutifully report that she is seven.