Today is Maddie's second birthday, so everybody send her some happy thoughts.
If you didn't get a chance to call today, or don't catch us tonight, don't worry about it. She still has no clue what a birthday means, nor any memory of who has or hasn't wished her a happy one. And she has so many new toys after her party yesterday that she'll be pleasantly distracted for weeks to come. She's doing her best to play with them all at once (having Diego and Baby Jaguar see a show with "City Girl" Natalie at her "Sweet Street" movie theater; helping her cabbage patch kids ride her bike around the living room; initiating conversations between Mr. Potato Head Elmo and her Princess Barbie; etc.), but she has so many, it's impossible to give them all immediate attention. She's bouncing off the walls with "new toy joy."
I, on the other hand, am totally depressed. I was this way on Maddie's first birthday, too. I get grouchy and miserable, when I should be celebrating my daughter's special day. I guess I just hate to see her grow up. Last night, as she fell asleep on my shoulder and I carried her to her room (after about three hours of fighting her to go to bed), all I could think of is how instances like that will get fewer and fewer as she grows up. Every good parent we know swears that each consecutive year of their childhood is great for its own reasons, but I can't help but feel like I'm going to sorely miss these early ones when they're gone. I won't mope on too much about it, but I'm sure all parents can empathize at least a little. It's sad to see your baby turning into a little girl.
Anyway, thanks to everyone who came by for the party yesterday. Needless to say, we all had a great time and are thankful to be able to share this kind of stuff with such great friends and family. We're still planning on going to the wildlife park next Sunday, if anyone wants to join us. Hopefully, this crappy weather (and my foul mood) will even out before then.