Two Year Old At The Beach

The last is a photo of a sand birthday cake. After we sang the birthday song, Vincent blew out the driftwood candle. 

Day Before Birthday Cake

There was another preschool birthday party today, which Zoe and David attended. Zoe brought home a beautiful green balloon, which both children love. 

Vincent's birthday is tomorrow, but in order for David to participate in the festivities, we would have had to do birthday cake for breakfast or just before bedtime. So today was cake day. Presents started on Saturday and will extend until all packages arrive in the mail. 

Vincent blew out his candle on the first try. Unfortunately, the candle wouldn't stand up on the cake. 

We got Vince a Little People tractor. I tested the sounds yesterday while he was out of the house, and decided to remove the batteries (which were so conveniently included).

Checking out other birthday presents with Daddy and Zoe...

Blowing Bubbles

Gak

Measuring, stirring, kneading, ooey-gooey fun. We made gak this afternoon for the first time. Zoe stirred Elmer's glue into room temperature water. Vincent (under careful supervision) stirred borax into warm water. When the soap solution was poured into the glue solution, there was an instant chemical reaction. Gelling and clumping and sliming. It was hard to stir, so we poured the mess into a ziploc bag to knead it into a cohesive mass. Finally, it was ready to play with:

Vincent didn't care for the feel, and maybe for the soapy, gluey smell. He read books and played with Grandma Pat while Zoe messed with the gak for more than an hour. 

Wednesday Sunshine

It was a perfect day to welcome Grandma Pat, and also for a preschool field trip to a dairy farm. Zoe got to put her fingers in the sucking part of a milking machine, and she carried a big bottle of milk from a wagon to a calf pen. Vincent was most impressed with the big tractor. 

Good Thing They're Cute

Planning Ahead

This photo was taken before she added a sweater and hair accessories.

Zoe is excessively interested in her attire. Choosing an outfit in the morning is usually painful. It is only slightly easier if she chooses the outfit the day before, as the world ends if her careful layout gets mussed. I try to be somewhat flexible, but no, she can't wear shorts to the playground when it's 45 degrees. She wore the above ensemble hiking in Fern Canyon, minus the crown and nice shoes. I had to throw away the tights with sparkly dots (and snags and holes and mud stains); I'm hoping she won't notice.