The Wog is officially a two-year-old, and there's nothing terrible about her! After over a week of parties (4 in total!) we can officially say the celebrations are over, although we celebrate The Wog every day.
Grandma and Grandpa visited from Connecticut last weekend and we had a small, Elmo-centric party.
Minnie and Pop-Pop just left and we had a party every night of their visit! The Wog was a tired little thing, and took very good naps every day of their visit.
Here are a couple pictures from her birthday morning. She wore the tutu all weekend, including for naps:
Eating the pink frosting off of a "cuh-cake":
Her snazzy new PB Kids knock-off kitchen (from Costco! it's adorably girly!):
Blowing out (or more accurately, "blowing toward") one of her four cakes:
Chilling at her party:
The Wog was her typically cute, busy little self for the entire visit with Minnie and Pop-Pop, but she was particularly cute one night while eating birthday ice cream. (She can finally eat ice cream! Yay!) Pop-Pop approached and playfully asked her for a bite; she pushed him away and continued eating. Five minutes later she called across the table, "Pop-Pop! Pop-Pop!" We all turned to look to find her extending a full spoonful of ice cream in his direction. She was sharing! (But only after she had her fill...)