Little talking girl

I love watching Penelope grow up.

I love watching her talk more: "'mon mama, more run my momma!"

I love watching her develop humor: "Who is this?" (pointing to big bird)  "Abby, Elmo, Cookie (giggle)" You know who this is!  Who is it?"  "Big Birds-- Abby!"

I love watching her learn: "whas tha?" "Who's that?" "wha's this"

I love watching her personality flourish.

I love being a mommy, and I love my little girl.

"Terrible" Twos Here We Come!

This party was brought to you by the letter P and the number 2.

We had so much fun today and all of my hours of prep wok over the last 4-6 weeks came out just the way I wanted!  I had pictures of characters three feet high up all over the place, Sesame Street cake pop holders, and a few fun games to play.

And here is my army of cake pops inspired by Bakerella. They weren't quite as good as hers, but I was happy.  I filled them with different flavors... Elmo was funfetti, Big Bird was lemon cream cheese, Oscar was chocolate ganache, and Cookie was my creation of "chocolate chip cookie dough" cake.  I even had fun figuring out which filling was right for which character.

Here is the birthday girl wearing her Elmo overalls that I scored on sale from Sears:

...always so serious!  You should have seen her right before the party started, you might have thought she was at a funeral or something.

Fortunately, she finally lightened up.

We had Pizza, corn dogs, guacamole(13 avocados worth!) veggies, fruit, and drinks.  We had story time, threw Oscar's trash into his can, and found Ernie's rubber duckies (which he kindly let us take home).  Penelope's grandpa Steve even made balloon animals for all the kids, and a few of them even got Elmo!

What kid doesn't like opening presents?

Especially when she gets stuff like this homemade sesame street quilt from her Grandma Gerry?

Ahh, the Elmo laptop, definitely one of the hit gifts.

What a great party!

Bratz etc

Today, I heard a sound bite on the radio that interested me.  While I don't remember the exact quote, I do remember that the sometimes snarky host implied that the female host didn't dress up her barbies thinking that they would stay home.  So here is the context: they were discussing a news story about all the copy-cat bratz dolls and how the presence of the dolls promote inappropriate dress in young girls.  I couldn't agree more.  And here's the thing, when I did play with barbies, I did not actually have a "mature" imagination about what they would do that night.  They often were, in fact, all dressed up with nowhere to go.  Sure, my barbies "kissed" Ken as they got older, and those two did sleep in the same bed, but after all, so did my parents.

There was recently an article about how parents allow their little girls to dress, like miniature adults.  I wore make-up to a restaurant a couple of times before I was 13.  I was dressed up in some random wrinkly dress-up clothes, and probably looked like a clown.  What I looked like was a little girl.  But it's not all about me.  I have a two year old daughter, and I want her to grow up with the same innocence that I did.  I want her to learn about life as necessary, not prematurely.

But here is my big big problem.  While I don't want to shelter her from the world, I feel like there is some element of those her age that I will be forced to shelter her from.  Why?  Because their parents will allow them to watch rated R movies at 5, because they will be wearing make-up at 8, because they will not have a childhood.

A childhood is valuable, innocence is valuable, and youth is valuable.  I hope that my generation, that my daughter's peers parents can value that as much as I do.