Thursday, September 22, 2011

A Blue Velvet 2nd Birthday

Our little Cupcake turned 2.

She loves blue.
She loves hippos.
She loves books.
She loves her family, especially her big sister.
Favorite foods are grapes, berries, crackers, and NACK! (snack)
All the above things make her world a happy place for her.

We celebrated with balloons and a blue velvet cake (yes, I sung "She wore Blue Velvet", "Devil with a Blue Dress", and "Blue Suede Shoes"  all day as I was making the cake).  But I used a different food coloring than the recipe called for and it turned out a little too dark.  In the evening we opened presents while video chatting with Grandma & Grandpa and Nana & Papa.

Sporting a Elton John look
Reading books 

Her new birthday banner

Playing with big sister

Blue Velvet Cake


The blue cake

A new hippo from Grandma & Grandpa!

A hippo shirt from Grandma & Grandpa!

A jacket from Papa & Nana,
and a new baby doll from Mommy & Daddy.

Sleeping on the birthday pillow.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Shake, shake

Nothing like an earthquake to get you back to the blogging world.  Jacob and I were awakened by a small earthquake at 3:00am this morning.  In my dream I was pushing Jake so I could get by him.  As I was waking up I thought he was mad at me and kicking blankets off, causing them to hit the closet doors.  Then I woke up all the way (this was all in about 2 seconds mind you) and realized there was no way the blankets could hit the closet doors being 10 feet away.  I also realized they were shaking on their own, and so were we.  After I was awake and aware, the shaking lasted about 4 or 5 seconds is all.  After the shaking was done, Helen sighed and rolled over (all in her sleep mind you).  The crib must have a good shock system because Norah, my light sleeper, wasn't disturbed at all.  Jacob said that it was the strongest he remembered feeling, teased me that I shouldn't get up to use the bathroom when I really needed to, and promptly went back to sleep.  Sleeping didn't work for me.  So I am up blogging about it.  I lived through an earthquake as a kid, but don't remember anything about it except the stories my mom tells.  Now I know what a small earthquake feels like.

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