Lane turns two today. My dearest one.
We had her birthday party in the park on Sunday. For her cake we put two pink candles in an ice cream sandwich. When it was time to blow them out, she didn’t know what to do, so she tried sniffing them instead.
Now she has a play kitchen, but “play” is misleading. When Lane cooks it is with the serious concentration of a top chef, creating masterpieces like sauteed eggs with mushrooms, chocolate bar sandwiches, and salami with carrots.