So, princess Eva had a birthday today.  I anticipated having an emotional day, seeing how my last baby is crossing that bridge from babyhood to toddlerhood, but it’s been a sweet, relaxing day.  I feel good about this whole thing.  Good and complete.  Eva’s the other slice of bread to our “girl- boy- boy- boy- boy- girl” sandwich we’ve made here and it all feels just as it should be.

We didn’t do anything elaborate, just opened a couple of presents

She loved the teddy bear card from Grandma Croker.

The big kids read her new books over and over.  She loved the sound effects for the walrus in Polar Bear, Polar Bear What do you See?  best.

Ian, our resident crown maker made sure she was appropriately outfitted with a specially designed tiara.

That’s blowing she’s doing there,

and then singing and clapping in response to our singing and clapping.

Barry made an angel food cake from scratch.

We took it out on the deck and ate to the sunset.

Now we’ll all go to bed so happy we have our chubby, wobbly walking, bright eyed little Eva.

Happy birthday sweet heart!