When I wake up in the morning, I will no longer be a baby. I will be two years old!
Here is the last photo taken of me before my birthday. I am doing what I love: reading and avoiding bedtime. Somehow my parents have a hard time telling me to stop reading so it is the perfect way to weasel out of sleeping. (I suppose on the flipside, they might think that they are tricking me into a love of reading.)
I got a package in the mail from my grandmother earlier this week and I got to open it tonight. And so I have this new book about trucks and tractors. exciting.
Speaking of exciting, I am quite wound up and so ready to go to my party. My party has a firetruck theme with all of the plates and balloons and banners. everything. Trinity is picking up my firetruck cake from Whole Foods in the morning. It serves between 25 and 30 people. That sounds like just the right amount for me but I wonder what the others are going to eat for dessert.
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