Two. Fiona is two. I was a stay at home Mom for almost that whole time. I have spent almost all day every day of the last two years with Fiona in my arms, or at my side, or right behind me. She has been my biggest Mommy Monster, and closest shadow. Her turning two feels right, not rushed. I went to work three weeks ago and everything has been okay. Some days frantic, every day busy, but with an underlying calm that everyone, and everything will be just fine, great even.
We've had an awesome weekend of celebrating our Fifi. Grandma and Grandpa came over Friday night for dinner, cake, present opening and a little tee-ball.
Saturday was an absolutely perfect day. We got up, had French Toast, Fiona opened her Mommy and Daddy presents and carried around her cards saying "mine."
Then it was off to Brooks Farm to meet Shawn and Cooper. I can't say enough about the weather - it was absolutely perfect. Beautiful sunshine (we're all a a little pink), wonderful company, and a really fun place, we all had such a lovely time. The kids played, lots, we went on a train/wagon ride, had lunch, fed animals, and just played and played. There were slides, bouncy animals, real animals, a bouncy pillow to jump on, zip lines, a chicken show, hay bales, a sand box, a play house, and a huge awesome pirate ship - the Black Pumpkin. When we first got there we had the place almost to ourselves. As the day progressed more people came, but it never felt over run. We didn't end up leaving until 3:15, having got there about 10:30, but I could have stayed longer. I think the only thing I would have liked to add to the farm - pony rides. Oh well! Honestly though, perfect day.
Then it was off home, tried to transfer Fiona, didn't work, so we all went to tee-ball, then dinner at Kelsey's in Orangeville. I tried to get "the" picture at tee-ball, Ken tried to take a few more at Kelsey's.
Today, church, home, quiet. I tried to take another pic of Fiona after church, still not satisfied that I had yet to take THE picture. She's two. What can I say. She wasn't really into taking pictures...
But then, I pulled her into my lap, and I got this.
Oh I love you my sweet Fiona, so much. I'm so grateful to be your Mom. Happy Birthday!
