Saturday morning on my way to work my eyes flooded. It dawned on me as I was approaching the salon that I had neglected to wish Theo a Happy 2nd Birthday. My first born child!!! What kind of mother could I be? A quick call home, and I felt much better. He, of course, didn't seem to feel rejected and neglected.
A book and a zebra tent. And a tiny little tow truck.
Theo's birthday lunch--my first turkey. Yummm.
Cookie exchange tomorrow: these gingerbread cookies may be too molasses-y, but we're just going to roll with it. I worked an extra long day on Saturday, but my plan was to stay up late to finish these cookies (the exchange cookies are hearts--this shape was too big for me) and prepare the food for Sunday Dinner. Theo was having a difficult time falling asleep again, so I didn't want to be in the kitchen until it was certain he was snoozing. So "I'll just lay here for 10 minutes til he quiets down..." Out like a light. At least I was. Hopefully he found his slumber easily after the house was quiet. I woke up with a jolt at 12:34. Suvi woke up for a little bottle at 5, and it was close to 6 before my head was recharging. In the meantime I baked the second batch of cookies, peeled potatoes, made cornbread (thank you Jiffy), made cornbread stuffing, prepped the bird, and selected the carrots. The meal was delicious today. I patted myself on the back several times for making a good spread. If only the cookies were as perfect as that turkey...