Thinking about the fact that my baby was born 2 years ago today brings a lump to my throat and makes me incapable of talking much. So I'll do a pictorial essay instead.
The Monkey woke at 5am this morning and has had a perfect day. She loves her mini kitchen (her present from us) and she scored a swathe of fantastic presents from her party from a lovely bunch of people.
The party was lovely and the food was pretty much all eaten so I take it other people enjoyed it. The melting fairy godmother chocolate cake was great (we gave her a sparkler for a magic wand for extra effect!). The sandwiches were inhaled and the stained glass fairy wand biscuits were much coveted, though they had nothing on the fruit kebabs. Not enough people ate my rainbow jelly cups so that's what I'm having for dinner tonight. The icecream cupcakes looked pretty good as well.
The Monkey is currently valiantly staying awake watching a new DVD while playing tea parties with her new dress covered in chocolate smears and the ethereal Elfling is trying to stuff yet more left over party food into herself.
I've had 7 hours sleep in the last 2 nights, a major exam and a birthday party, but the thing that is most on my mind is how it has possibly been only 2 years that she's been in my life, and how fast it's gone.