Olivia turns 2 today, so last night we had my sister's family down for dinner, cake and gifts. The new baby doll from the grandparents and a bright red tricycle from Mom and Dad were big hits. For those keeping track at home, her cake and dress are store-bought. Growing up, my mother always made both, but she was also worn out.
Her big gift was a bicycle trailer from her two aunts (which we have already been using for several weeks).
I bought a bike in May and the trailer is nice as Olivia can go on rides with me. We haven't gone terribly far because it's been terribly hot and I'm terribly out of shape. But she sits back there snacking, humming songs and waving at the neighbors. The trailer is awesome and it won't tip over no matter what I do to the bike. I have fallen over a few times, but not with Olivia attached. I won't explain the falling over-- it's funnier to just think of me riding around and unexpectedly hitting the ground, like Benny Hill, if you remember his show.
So welcome to the terrible two's, Olivia. As if you haven't been practicing for months now.