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willa is two!

We celebrated Willa’s second (!!!!!!) birthday a couple of weekends ago.  I won’t get into the can-you-believe-it-ness that she’s two because I feel like every parent says that same thing on every birthday of their kids.  It’s such a cliché thing but we all do it.  It’s written in the parent code.  Right before the clause about stepping on legos and right after the subsection about wiping your kid’s snot on your sleeve when you don’t have a tissue.

Speaking of snot!  JK there’s no cute way to transition back to Willa’s birthday.  She turned 2!  We had a party!  It was super duper fun!

We invited some family over for a little brunch celebration.  The kids painted bear masks and we stuffed our faces with food (including the everything bagel breakfast bake from Chrissy Teigen’s new cookbook which is so good but I’m pretty sure I’m still digesting it because it’s so extra).  Willa was so sweet the whole day and I just kept imagining her with a thought bubble over her head that said “I’m so excited but I have no idea why!!”

Which is another thing that’s in the parent code… throwing parties for your kids before the age when they’ll actually understand or remember it.  Listen, before I had kids, I was always like… why would anyone throw a party for a baby or take a toddler to Disneyland or a nice dinner that they’re not even going to remember TAKE ME INSTEAD.  But once I had kids, I got it.  It’s not necessarily about if they completely understand or will remember it or not, it’s more about them feeling joy in a moment.  And then as a parent, being able to witness that joy.  To see their faces light up and you can almost physically feel their excitement…. I basically black out with happiness.  It’s the freaking best.

That said…. Crosby + Willa, don’t expect a birthday party EVERY year.  Everything in moderation.  Is what the parent code says. I don’t make the rules.

I realize now that the strawberry sauce on the cake is a bit…. creepy.  Werps.
I feel this on a deep level.

Uncle Ben won the day with this unbelievably sweet dollhouse that he made with his own two man hands.  UB, any other gift you give Willa for the rest of her life is gonna suck.  Unless it’s a life-size version of this house. You did this to yourself.
Also, thank you for the greatest gift ever you da best spergy an merbles.
Happy Birthday, sweet Bill.  I will always love you, and leave you wild.