the one where my baby turns two

We celebrated in California with some family and close friends (sans Daddy) and bagels and donuts.

Zoey loved the donuts from Papa.

She also loved the gifts.

Especially the cupcake book (which she now refers to as her birthday book) - thank you, Cindy!

And Zoey burned off the donut by pulling her cousin Maya around the yard several times.

And, while there are a lot of things I love about Zoey being two years old, I am struggling to find my happy little girl who came with me to California. She seems to be missing, and in her place is a very independent and stubborn little girl. She must get that from her father.

welcome, summer...

We welcomed summer with a trip to North Carolina with some dear friends. If you ask Zoey what we did, she will respond, "We payed in the poo [i.e. we played in the pool - thank goodness it is not the previous], and jumped high in the waves, and payed at the beach, and ate at the beach house." And that, my friends, is a pretty accurate account of our week.

And then we had to go home. Sadness.