Only old people say “Time flies,” right?
Two years ago I was mightily pregnant, cumbersome, and ready to be done with it. Then my baby girl emerged and I was smitten. I still am.
Jeremiah decorated Naomi’s chair with balloons and streamers. I woke her up early this morning so we could watch her delight. She kept bopping the balloons and somewhat inaccurately naming their colors, while distractedly spooning up her wheat bix.

My beautiful baby!
Every night I sing her the old Sesame Street song, “You’re my beautiful baby.” It starts: “You got baby eyes and baby toes, baby face and a baby nose, whoohoohoooho, you’re my baby.” It’s a love song to a baby, and I hope she never grows out of it.

Justine, who takes care of Naomi while I’m working, gave her a tea set. She (stereotypical girl) enjoys setting up the cups and saucers, serving pretend tea to her visitors….and Milo (stereotypical boy) butts in and scatters the set. I didn’t used to think the boy/girl stereotypes were real for littlies like these, but now I’m not so sure.

She has been to enough birthday parties that she knew just what to do with the candles.

“What kind of cake do you think Naomi would like, Milo?”
“Carrot cake with marshmallows!”
Well, we skipped the marshmallows but did cream cheese frosting on the carrot cake. Yum!