My baby turned 2 this weekend. She had a hopping party with friends and seemed to thoroughly enjoy the festivities. Her sister, however, is highly strung. I sympathise, suffering from overstimulation-itis myself. My baby is no longer that. Her balloon floated out the back door yesterday. Now and then a puzzled expression passes through her face. "where did purple balloon go? To the sky? To the moon? Where is it?"
However, her most popular refrain is a loud, garrulous "Wha's zat?" About , well, everything. "Who's that? Whas zat?"
N and J moved this weekend - a drawn out affair that seemed surreal at times. Their new house though - I can see why they moved: bright, new, optimtistic...I am tired of old and dark.
So we drove up to Limbo last Saturday and parked in Purgatory. So far no traffic police have come by, asking us to move along. No, not yet......
Did I blink and your baby grew into a little girl? What a little sweetie.
ReplyDeleteThis is the police: moves your asses and fast!
ReplyDeletePS that is one gorgeous baby girl.