Last weekend Mom, Scott and I drove to Newton to celebrate Eleanor turning two. Joel and Kayla were there also.
Eleanor wore a sweet, longish pink backless dress with cross cross straps. Her sweet little arms were bare. She danced and pranced around in it. Her hair was in pigtails with bangs.
The party was Sesame Street. There were red cookies with eyes and cookies with tiny cookies on them and a big strawberry cake.
Mom gave Eleanor a stuffed cat named Faye Faye and cried when she gave it to her. We gave her a yellow checked bucket hat and a white bonnet with a puff ball on top. Joel and Kayla gave her a toy baking kit. Hannah gave her a tiny mouse family for her dollhouse.
This was the birthday that Leah gave Eleanor her pink miniature dollhouse that she carefully decorated. Eleanor loved it. She opened and closed the door repeatedly and tucked the mice into the beds and said, “Everyone asleep.”
Terri and Greg, Aaron and Hannah, and Joel G. Joined the party. After, Dave made dinner for all of us—pulled pork he had smoked all day, homemade slaw and homemade French fries—all amazingly delicious.
Happy birthday, Eleanor. You are so loved.
dianegclark 