Morning of the birthday.
The big, bad two year olds, themselves.
Did I mention the grandparents from Oregon came to help celebrate Harry and Lucy's birthday? All nineteen of us took the train (thirty minutes) into New York for brunch on birthday morning to see if we could blow Harry's (aka Train Lover) mind (not pictured, photographer Erin).
As you can see we made it to the Big City intact (not pictured: my glass of white wine).
Lucy had the worst time of anyone, as usual.
Mutual Admiration Society.
After brunch we returned home for outdoor water play (it was over ninety degrees and fairly humid).
And of course, cake.
Lucy's reaction to her first ice cream cake: "WOW!"
My reaction: I cannot believe I forgot the matches and have to go back inside the house again (it's a running joke that when there are 6+ of us, no one is ever outside at the same time and something is always forgotten in the kitchen).
But matches were found and candles were blown (of course, no pictures of the actual moment, are you crazy?). I make everyone sing "Happy Birthday" twice even though Harry and Lucy are too little to care yet (as far as we know).
I'd say the presents were a hit.
Test driving the new vehicles.
A little unsure.
That's more like it.
And now, they are two! In other words, we've survived another year! And I have to say, it just keeps getting better.
