So, this is what a peanut would do on their second birthday. A morning of blueberry muffins with her sisters, and an evening eating cupcakes and watching Frozen with her buddies. Truth be told, all she wanted was Frozen.
"Peanut, do you want bagels or muffins for breakfast?"
"Do you want bean and rice for dinner or macncheese?"
"Cake, cupcakes, or cookies for dessert?"
Okay, the girl knows what she wants.
The birthday hat was not part of her plan.
I tried to make cupcakes like Sprinkles. Emphasis on tried...
We played, ran all over the house, then ate some cupcakes! I'm laughing in that picture because when we sang EVERY person said, "dear Peanut..." and not Eliza. I feel like having a strong nickname is a good thing. Lucky for Eliza, Peanut is pretty much her name.
For sentimental reasons, I surely do love this girl. From the day she was born, she has been good to our family. She joined us with such a calm and brought a tenderness to our home. She's smiley and sensitive. She's a great middle sister; fits the role so well. Looks up to her Avery in just about everything, and loves on her Ivy so much. I'm writing this late, but when I came home the next morning after Ivy's surgery, I went to hug her, and the first thing, "Where's Ivy??"
We love you madly, Eliza Peanut Page Kostrzewa.
Thanks for being so sweet.