It’s Anja’s second birthday today. I woke her with the “Happy Birthday Song,” took her out to breakfast, picked her up some beautiful flowers and tasty food for her party tomorrow, and have been drilling her all day on how old she is (all week she has responded with a cheerful “Six!” but today she’s finally starting to say, “Two!”).
At least five times she has asked for “special birthday cake” (as in “Where is it, Mom? You promised there would be some!”), and I’ve had to tell her that Mommy hasn’t had a chance to make it yet, but hopefully tonight. I didn’t realize that the birthday performance pressure would come from her, and that it would come this early. I thought I’d have at least until she turned 4 or 5 before I had to be completely prepared the day of! 🙂
Two is so old. I sat on the couch with her last night, reading a book, then forcing her to cuddle (she’s not fond) one last time as my one year old. But Husband is right–today she is just a day older, and celebrate we must. Even if it’s hard.