Small Style, Birthday Style
Small Stylers! I've missed you. I've got some exciting news to share, Miss Stella Bella turned TWO a couple weekends ago. And what a weekend it was. Three days off with the Chef, an anniversary celebration for the two of us (wagu beef yum), a barbecue with friends, and a co-birthday in the park with Stella's friend who is two days older.
Can you believe it? Two years ago, we were just setteling in to live with a baby, a baby who wouldn't sleep, fussed and fussed and fussed, and needed constant hushing and loving and bouncing and rocking and nursing.
Now, here we are, with a walking, talking, lovely little being who can empty her own potty, put away her own toys, carry an umbrella (sort of) stir the cake batter, wash the dishes (well, she thinks she can), make funny jokes, and cheer up crying babies.
We've also got a two year old, full of tantrums, opinions, and NO I WILL NOT GET ON THAT BIKE THE ONE WHICH I PREVIOUSLY LOVED AND INSTEAD I"LL JUST SCREAM ALL THE WAY TO DAYCARE and then, MY GOD WOMAN, WHY ARE YOU TAKING ME OFF THIS BIKE I MUST NOW GENTLY PLACE MY BODY ON THE GROUND, BUM UP IN INFANT POSE AND SCREAM AND HOLLER AND REVEL IN THE GOREOUS ECHOY PARKADE and oh look, THE LOBBY ECHOS EVEN LOUDER WHEN I SCREAM SO ARRRGGGGGHGHGH.
The week right after her birthday was pretty much that. Every day. All the time. I dropped her off at daycare and told the teachers, Good LUCK! And I may or may not have offered her, free of charge, to an admiring shop attendant who was remarking on her kawaiiatude.
As much as I mourn her babyness, with all of it's chubby sweetness and toothless innocence, I'm so proud of this wee girl. This little light of mine, she hugs her friends good bye. She offers other kids toys. She pats babies when they cry. She helps hatless friends retrieve their head coverings. She eats her spinach. And tabasco. And pizza pizza pizza. And when her father and I are distant and annoyed at each other after the stress of a long day and uncertainty of the upcoming months, she asks Mr. Chef and me to play Ring Around the Rosie.
We all hold hands, husha husha, we all are love.
::: First ::: rain coat - gifted by Nannie // jeans - Old Navy, Gifted by Auntie Carly // umbrella - Vilac
::: Second ::: top - Atsuyo Et Akiko // skirt - Baby Gap // tights - H&M
::: Third ::: Dress - Tang'Rolou