The actual birthday was great. Perfectly Layna in every way.
Naomi picked the meals out of her new Disney cookbook (it was a bribe from the endocrinologist if she would sit still. It’s all about “family cooking for kids with type 1 diabetes.” Meh. Not my favorite, but she loves it). So Peter Pan Pumpkin Waffles for breakfast, non-fancy scrambled eggs for lunch, and Alice in Wonderland Chicken Salad Tea Sandwiches (and broccoli because it was Layna’s birthday).
On the right is clear proof that monkeys prefer broccoli to any other food.
I remembered that there is a really cool cup cake bakery not far from her therapy, so I thought, why not? Cake Pops all around!
Layna celebrated turning two by stripping off her diaper in the morning and bear crawling away at top speed, pulling all the books off my shelf in the afternoon, and deciding that she didn’t have to work at therapy and that she would scream if I left the room. Hmmm. That’s going to change…I mean the therapy part. Pretty sure the stripping of her diaper thing is here to stay.
By the end of the day, I’m usually spent and the kids are going stir crazy, so it was off to the park. She started belly laughing when I put her in the swing and didn’t stop for 20 minutes straight. Kind of made the whole birthday ambivalence I was feeling go away. It was perfect to do stuff that she loves, even if it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary.
Presents! Cute clothes, a great touchy-feely book (Thanks Grandma and Grandpa!), and bath toys from her big brother. Look she’s a hippie, flower-child after my own heart!
Anyways. Her birthday was rough, but it was nice. I’m pretty sure these are some of the big lessons she is going to teach me: Slow is ok. Everyday events are a big deal too. And sometimes you can celebrate someone because you love them, not because they need it or want it.