deuce

Little Violet is finally two or deuce as she chooses to call it. 

We went a little overboard on her birthday; rented seventeen bouncy houses and a troupe of clowns. That's just sort of our style. We would be quite embarrassed if we had actually not celebrated on her birthday (Rocky doesn't get home before she goes to bed) and instead of a real party, thrown a cake out as an after thought at the end of a Sunday dinner. That would be really lame. 

Something we would never do.

But if we were like that, it would of course be made less lame by a really neat cake. 

Rocky challenged me to make her a Thomas cake. (She has a bit of a Thomas fetish. and by 'bit of' we mean she will only sleep in Thomas pajamas, always has two or more trains with her and throws herself into a hair raising tantrum if anything but Thomas in is on the TV. Don't even get me started on what I think about that horribly dull and possibly brainwashing show Thomas and "friends".)

I digress, Rocky mentioned that we should make a Thomas cake for her. I made some sort of reference to every meal I cook that no one likes or bothers to eat. Basically, just cue Aerosmith's, "Dream On."

He then announced, "I'll do it".

He spent the week googling ideas and the Sunday afternoon making it. Like everything he ever does, he rocked it.

When Violet woke up from her nap and saw the masterpiece she was enthralled. A marriage of her two favorite things, Trains and cake. We had to put it up high on a shelf to keep her from immediately eating it, or rescuing Edward and Harold. (Yes, I know all their names and can see all the songs.)

She blew out the candles four times while we sang Happy Birthday, granted our version is three verses long but still an impressive improvement from last year.

Eliot was excited to help make the cake. Surprise: we have not yet fixed our stove/counter gap.

I told Violet I made the cake by myself. 

She saw right through that. I am zero fun. 

At two Violet is...
  

A scooter demon, she prefers to go "fasb" and "trash" into anyone around. 

Quite caring, she loves to bring people their shoes and phones.

She frequently (compulsively) washes her hands and feet. 

She loves her sister and her baby brother and frets quite a bit when Winston is without a blanket or E, her water bottle. 

Happy birthday to our sweet, sweet girl.