Anyways. . . yes, I can believe that Sophie is two. Her two-ness has manifested itself since before Ivy was born. She's a complicated little girl, but what girl isn't? We love her, though, and she never ceases to make us laugh. Most days I wouldn't trade her for anything.
The Birthday Girl started out her special day opening presents from my family and eating waffles (with "boo-bah's" in them), per Sophie's request. Steve even skipped a class that morning so he could spend it with us. Aww.
I threw this in so you could see a classic Sophie Morning Mullet. Her hair is crazy. So is she. About waffles. :)
Since I had to do a lot of food prep for the next day, we had pizza for dinner -- Sophie's favorite. Since she'd be getting cake the next day, we stuck candles in her pizza and sang to her.
When Steve got home from school, they got out the bubble machine that grandma sent her and played in the front yard.
Um, probably should have let the pizza cool off first.
The next day we invited some friends over to hang out. And help us eat some cake. A few things about these pics . . . the breeze kept blowing the candles out, so we kept relighting them. I think she got bored. . . Asher, the little blond headed boy helped her open her presents. Sophie didn't mind. She stood back, in the apron Asher's mom made for her, and watched. Those two are cute. Want an update on their relationship? . . . and yes, those are butterflies on her cake. I'll be posting about that soon (on my other blog).
Happy Birthday Sweetheart!