Quinn turns 2 tomorrow. Crazy.
Again, I stick to my selfish and beautiful theory that birthdays should be about showering the mama with gifts. After all Quinn didn't give birth; I did. All she did was survive 2 years.... and again, wasn't that ALL me? She can have "born day," and maybe we can start celebrating that when she's 18 and I'm no longer doing all the work.
But, of course, I'm not (completely) crazy, so we've already been celebrating Quinn and her wonderful life for days now. Quinn and I just got home from LA where my family threw her a really great birthday party complete with the biggest pink cake you can imagine.
Bridget was holding a birthday party for Paige at the same time in the same city. (bad timing because we really wanted to be at each other's parties). I stopped by the Paige party location on Saturday to say "hi." The house smelled like cake and baked goods. The presents were wrapped in all Minnie Mouse colors. The Minnie Mouse balloons were ready to go, and all that needed completing was the ironing of the custom-made Minnie Mouse dress for the birthday girl. Very impressive. Very fun!
On the other hand, Quinn' party had Dora balloons, Elmo plates, 2 goody bags and only a few pretend gifts since all the real gifts were shipped to Utah. It also had two wet 2 year olds, some improptu and unbrushed pig tails, a saggy diaper and a Wii bowling event. But honestly this party had more love than could ever fit in one house. It was mix-matched and AMAZING. I loved it.
The cake didn't colapse when we cut it as we were pretty sure it was going to. The crayon b-day candles were so cute. Quinn understood how to blow out candles, and Calli sang Happy Birthday all day. Quinn and Calli spent most of the afternoon running up and down Grandpa John's stream with all their clothes on. And when it was all over and everyone went home, Quinn nicely came over to me and with a little wishper of "Ni-night, mommy" requested that I put her to bed. She slept 12 hours straight and woke up in a great mood. NO COMPLAINTS!! Again, it was a great way to celebrate.
Pictures from LA and an update on the Utah event to come Wednesday.
Happy Birthday, Quinn. Two years ago tonight I was pushing. Two years and 4 hours from now.... I was still pushing. (Again, where are my gifts?) I love you, Baby Girl! I'd do it again in a heart beat.
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Oh, I SO remember getting text from you as I was headed into the gym, saying that you were pushing and then sometime after I had gone to bed you texted that you had finally pushed that babe out. You definitely deserve a gift!
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