I can't believe Norah is really two. Norah doesn't think she's two. If you ask "Norah, how old are you?" She will reply "Three!" In any event, we had a small celebration last night. Jim got home at a reasonable hour (I won't say early) and we had dinner together and cream puffs. After our party, Lolo pouted a bit and said "This wasn't a party. Norah didn't have friends come over and we didn't have that thing where you pull and treats come out" (translation : where's the pinata?)
I think she got over it when the girls opened presents.
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