Greg took Mary to the celebration. She relished in her role as the big kid. She insisted that we buy Eleanor pajamas for her birthday. (Both kids were adamant: Why buy a toy when little pajamas are sooooo cute?!!) Greg reported that Mary helpfully informed Eleanor that Hello Kitty pajamas are really comfortable. And Mary reported that Eleanor looooooooves her new "be-jamas." Mary had a great time.
I shamelessly stole this picture from Eleanor's mom (also known as Katie).
Katie will post pictures soon on her blog. I suggest you check them out. It was a lovely party--pink and yellow, fresh cut flowers, and divinely rich homemade cheesecake (Greg brought me a piece). The best part of the pictures, though, is Eleanor! Greg and I love that baby because she reminds us so much of Baby David. Eleanor is a busy go-get-em-up-and-at-em-I-did-not-come-to-earth-to-sit-around-doin-nothin kind of gal. Love it. (Well, not so much when they're newborns--life's too frustrating. But later on it is so much fun. And always exhilarating/exhausting. I think you can't quite understand what it's like unless you've experienced a child like that for yourself.) Fun, fun. Wish I could have been at the party.
Instead, I took a sad, sick little boy to Kwik Trip for icees. Because a lemon icee always makes you feel better, even in the dead of winter. Then we came home, cuddled on the couch, sipped our beverages, and watched The Empire Strikes Back. I love that kid. I liked cuddling with him so much yesterday that I didn't want to send him back to school today. So I didn't. (It also helped that he still had a fever.)
Oh, my sweet, sweet, beautiful boy. We lounged in bed this afternoon. I read to him and stroked his hair until he fell asleep. Then I watched his sleeping face and listening to his sleeping breath. Just like when he was a baby.
Except he's not a baby. And I'm okay with that. Because you can't sip icees and discuss at length Yoda's training methods with a baby.
Oh, Eleanor. Life gets better and better. And you know it, don't you.
