Kylie's 2nd Birthday

I've been slacking on my blog so this is a little late, but Kylie turned 2 last Sunday! Happy Birthday Kylie! :-) I think every birthday is going to be bittersweet for me. She gets more and more fun the older she gets, but I get a little sad when I think about never having a baby or 1 year old again. Not sad enough to have another one though. :-) She is just getting so big. She is talking up a storm which is so fun. My favorite thing she does is pause in between each word she says, like she's trying very hard to enunciate each sound of the word. "NO....nap" "Trevor...back...hit" (trevor hit my back). Anyways she is just so fun. Although she is HORRIBLE at going to bed and taking naps. For the past week, she has thrown a fit at every nap and bedtime, and the fits are Looooooong. She also started her b-day off with a nice little 2 year old fit. She woke up at like 6:30 and wanted a sucker and of course didn't get one, so she cried for about 15-20 minutes about it. We were like, "who told her she was two?" :-)

This pic was actually taken at the end of the day right before bed. These are the cute jammies her Aunt Tarah, Uncle Travis, and cousins Bryson and Lucas gave her. She was twirling. :-)

This was after we got home from Disneyland (the morning of her b-day was spent driving home).
She got a baby that swims...

And a "My first dollhouse" with some extra furniture. After each present she opened she would say, "More!"
Then we went to Grandma and Grandpa Telford's house where she got a fun play sink for outside, and some cute new clothes. (she looks so tall and old in this pic!)

Then we went to Grandma and Grandpa Campbell's house for MORE presents and cupcakes. She got some new baby stuff: stroller, swing, highchair, crib, etc and a new baby! She LOVES loves loves babies.

It took Kylie a few minutes to figure out how to blow out her candles, but she did it!

Disneyland!!!

Bee Stings

Aww, the difference between Alyssa and Kylie. I don't know if it's the age or personality...maybe a little of both.

Last week, Kylie was walking in some ground cover in a parking lot. I went over to get her out and saw a ton of bees buzzing around. So I said, "Come on Ky, you need to get out, there's bees in there." I got her out of there and as soon as I put her back on the ground she started saying, "Ouch! Foot! Ouch" and was walking on her heel. So I put her in her carseat and took her shoes off and brushed them off thinking she must have had something in her shoe that was bothering her. Alyssa and Trevor were like, "Did she get stung by a bee?" And I kept saying, "No, no" thinking she would be crying more/harder if she had. But the rest of the way home (about 3 minutes) she was complaining, not really crying, kinda whimpering, saying "Ouch! Bee! Ouch!" Mark was home when we got home and as soon as I got her out of her carseat she was running saying, "Daddy! Bee! Foot! Ouch!" Mark looked a little confused so I said, "She's saying she got stung by a bee, but she didn't." I grabbed her and sat on the couch and decided to look more carefully at her foot and low and behold, it was all swollen around a little red dot, where a bee had indeed, stung her.

Today, the kids were swimming at Grandma and Grandpa Campbell's house. Alyssa got out of the pool and walked over to me. All of a sudden she was like, "Ouch! I stepped on a rock!" Then she picked up her foot and saw a bee under it and SCREAMED HER HEAD OFF for a minute or so. Later, after she calmed down a bit, she was like, "I thought I had stepped on a rock, because Grandpa had told us to be careful of little rocks on the ground and that they hurt to step on, and I was like, yeah that did hurt, but it was really no big deal, and then I saw the bee and realized I had been stung by a bee! And then it hurt really bad!"

Kylie won the bravery award. :-)