this weekend was all about survival in our house.
i survived Isabella and Noah’s 2nd annual joint birthday BBQ blast at our house. (our babies are two. i’m dying. well, Isabella’s not officially two until wednesday)
(and just for added cuteness..these are last year’s boy and girl. also…the biggest cake in the world:
they are a little bigger and have slightly more hair)
and miss Isabella survived the two-year drop-dead date for the tossing of the bottles. that’s right, folks. i finally did it. Bella’s bottles have officially hit the trash. she went to bed alright, she was so zonked from the party. but woke up at 10ish allÃ‚Â “i don’t want a sippy cup!!! wah!!! I. WANT. MY BOTTLE.” for about half an hour until she passed out. and slept until the morning. shazaam.
(her favorite gift. can someone please explain to me why this barbie mertopia – i think that’s what it’s called, maybe mermaidia – hasÃ‚Â Frodo hobbitÃ‚Â shoes?)
also…more pics of the party on my flickr.