I've just spent the last hour carefully cutting out a blue star to stick on her blue birthday card and making myself cry thinking about how much I love her!! I can't believe she will be two on Sunday! I've got the blue food colouring for her blue cake, and got some blue balloons, and blue wrapping paper to wrap up her presents which will be:
* 'Gruffalo feet' slippers
* Hat and mittens set with elephants on
* Maisy apron
* a green hat that looks a bit like a frog that she tried on in Ikea on Sunday!
* an M&S jigsaw puzzle in the 'same' box as the one she already has
We're thinking of going to West Midlands Safari Park with her on Saturday morning, then obviously I've got to make her cake(s) and we're planning to spend Saturday evening blowing up balloons! Grandma, Grandad, Nan and Grandad are invited for tea and cake on Sunday afternoon, but we want to spend the morning together celebrating.
I'm due to finish work on Friday, so that will be one huge relief. I haven't enjoyed it at all these past few weeks. It has been increasingly stressful in terms of the UCAS references and the Key Skills and tutorial that I was stupidly given, so to finish will be great (although I'm not really expecting anyone to notice, which in itself is a bit strange). Husband is on a course today, so stayed in Edinburgh yesterday, so I'm in the middle of a tiring spell of looking after Elizabeth on her own. Her cold is nearly cleared up, and on the whole she's been ok, just one more bath-time to go!
It seems like a LONG long time since she was born now. I remember last year being particularly emotional. My memories of the event were quite frightening, and I had a sense of dread about the day. In the run-up I kept thinking 'This time last year...' whereas this time I'm more excited about how Elizabeth will enjoy the day. I feel the same about Christmas too. I'm looking forward to getting the tree, and making Christmas pudding, and generally getting into the Christmas spirit, which should be so much easier once I have finished work. Then I just want to focus on having some fun with Elizabeth in these last few weeks of 'our time' before the new baby arrives.
Elizabeth has been telling Monkey everything at the moment. She leaves him in the car when we go out, then when we get back into the car she tells him where we've been and what we've been doing. Today when we got back into the car after a trip out to Tesco she announced that Monkey had a baby in his tummy!
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