We celebrated Zola's second birthday party last night. Things started a little ominously when I went in to get her out of the crib, and she pointed to the cup I was holding and said, "Mines!"
Uh-oh.
But aside from a little grabbiness at the beginning of the party, she was quite generous in her sharing--as generous as a two-year-old ever gets. By the end, she stopped trying to strip Gus of his balloon.
Great turnout! As for the smaller attendees: Zola, Vera, Skye, Lillian, Gus, Jacob. Baba, Di, and Neal were all there, which was nice. Also Dietrich and Sharon, Skye's papa Scott, Amy & Alexei, September, Mike & Acadia, Robbie & Kate.
This morning we went to Lincoln Park, and it was a bit like Sesame Street: lots of people on their front stoops waving and saying "good morning." One older gentleman introduced us to his dog, and cut an orange flower for Zola. We put it in her hair, bid "Adieu," and headed to the playground.
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