I'm also spitting wooden nickles that I apparently suck at birthday photos.
Well, the first year was easy, as I had nothing better to do than to lie around, nurse twins and have a doula wait on me hand and foot. (just on thursdays. 2 - 6. and I usually napped when she was here, so it was almost like she wasn't here.)
That's B left, C right. About 48 hours old and thankfully my mum had the presence of mind to put them side by side.
Year #1 is a pretty big milestone, and my parents came to town to help us celebrate. Everyone thought party hats were in order. Everyone but Queen Charlotte, that is.
The following night, my mum had the great idea: hey, let's get out the party hats again. Maybe C was just in a bad mood yesterday. Let's add in the singing birthday cake, that'll really put her over the top. Nope, it is official, C hates the hat.
By birthday #2, we had gone mutlimedia -- singing birthday cards and a movie!
Birthday #3, nope, no useable photos of Bernadette, she was just a blur. However, this gorgeous one of Charlotte, sorting a new apron. Ooo! the cooking we will do.
Last year, #4, felt the easiest in prep. Our preschool decided to have pizza and movie night on their birthday. Easy peasy! And a surprise cake when we got home.
This year felt a little trickier. They were v. attached to the idea of having a proper party, like all their friends.They wanted a theme and we negotiated our way to Pirate Princess theme. We shopped, cooked, made tutus,