I'm saving the sentimental post for the next entry; I can't believe our baby will be celebrating her 2nd birthday tomorrow! So, this one will be comprised of our trip to Nashville. There. It's taking all the self-restraint I can muster to not burst into a sobby, weepy meltdown of a blog entry.
And I know it's not just the birth control hormones this time.
We made the trek to the mid-state for the weekend of March 19-21 and I would be most correct by calling our drive there "The Odyssey", not just a measly hop-skip-and-a-jump like it has trended to be in the past. No, this time was different: Carina was in the throes of a growth spurt that seemed a lot more like her infantile spurts than her toddlerhood spurts. Meaning: she ate and ate and ate and ate and ate and ate and ate all day Saturday! We couldn't fill her bottomless pit tum-tum! She ate a hearty breakfast of oats n' toast at home, then 20 minutes down the road in Strawberry Plains she ate some Burger King Blueberry (REAL-imitation blueberries believe it or not!!!) Biscuits and Tater Rounds; 1 hour later she ate 1 whole Strawberry Full Circle Cereal Bar and some Nilla Wafers, stopped to change her in Crossville and explored Rocking Horse Antiques to stretch our legs and break up the monotony; we stopped again less than an hour later because Carina made a game of telling us that she had caca'd (pooped) and instead of Jared continually turning around and flinging himself over the highback seat or squeeeeeezing between the seats over the armrest to check her diaper, we just stopped, laughed about it, NO CACA, and continued on; stopped for gas at Linville Rd. Exit (oughta be called "Gasville Rd." because the only thing at the exit is a shady BP gas station and we later found out that they gouged the freaking price by 15 cents!!!!) and in case you weren't counting: we stopped 4 times between home and Uncle Mike's house.
We usually set the cruise control and roll on from White Pine to Nashville only stopping once for gas or vittles n' drink.
'Hey, whatever it takes, right?'
That is and has been our parental pledge, for sure.
Eventually, we arrived, unpacked, put Carina down for her nap, and got down to the biz-nass on decorating the birthday cakes! I had baked them a few nights prior and froze them to make frosting and decorating go more smoothly. Thank you, Brit for all of the helpful hints and tips!
As you might remember from a previous entry, this is the cake I decided to rip-off...I mean, use as a model:
And what I was afraid it would turn out lookin' like.
As some of you may have already seen on Facebook (I was so dang proud of the results, that I had to post a pic immediately after it was finished!), the results weren't too shabby:
My favorite little detail are the 2 curly-q candles used as antennae!
2 antennae = 2 years old!
It's the little things...
It's the little things...
Eating from the BIG CAKE!
And here's Poppy's cake! I had a rough idea of what I wanted to do for him: Harley-Davidson cake with emblem and a toy motorcycle, but I was afraid of messing up the piping, so I enlisted my better-half, Dada, to take it on. He's pretty amazing:
Complete with Reese's Pieces minis (Poppy's fave), a "smoke" trail/ or burn-out mark streaking across the cake, and an H-D emblem with his age: 54 in the center. Go team!
We had a small gathering of family, ate lasagna, fixins', opened presents, and mostly just hung out and enjoyed each other's company. It was SOOO GOOD to be with everyone that was able to make it!
Carina's Gift List
- drawing supplies from Aunt Linda: fat colored pencils, giant sketch pad, and a hardbound sketch book
- Thomas the Train & Friends bathtub squirters (right on time, too, since we had just tossed out a few bath toys she longer played with) also from Aunt Linda
- a cuddly lambie from Mama Ina along with several videos
- a clock puzzle, nesting cups ball, and dinosaur pjs from Mama and Dada (her BIG present from us will be a BIG GIRL bed :-)
While Carina may be on the precipice of embarking into her 2nd year of gracing us all with her lovey, smiley, easy-going, mild-mannered, happy-girl presence, Poppy has also been quick to remind us that "The Terrible Twos" aren't called such without reason. I GUESS he would know having fathered 4 children himself...pfffft! He's been so incredibly and unbelievably adamant that "The Terrible Twos" exist, that he first began mentioning them with regularity (weekly) and counting down the days to her 2nd birthday when she had just barely BEGUN her 5th day outside of my womb, also the day he first he met her.
He sure loves his "Rinny", as he calls her.
He wants us to believe as he believes in "The Terrible Twos"...
Poppy: "Well, Jenny and Jared, only 725 days until 'The Terrible Twos'! Enjoy this while you can...she's a precious, sweetheart now, but you just won't believe how they can change overnight..."
Me: "Haha (awkward laugh), Dad, don't speed time up any faster than it already tends to whiz by..."
Poppy: "Honey, I just don't want you to be blindsided like I was when YOU hit 'The Terrible Twos'."
Me: "Ohhh, Dad! I couldn't have been that bad..."
Poppy: "As evidenced by this conversation, which took place when Carina was 5 days old, his belief to the extreme in this legendary state of being of toddlerdom conjures up images of other such legendary beings:
Shiiiiiiit! Girrrrrl, you don't even know the half of it!"
Hopeful, but also prepared to eat a 5 course meal of crow.
As would be expected, while we were helping her blow out her candles, Poppy, in his infinite wisdom, observed:
"Here they come! Here come 'The Terrible Twos', Jenny and Jared! (proudly telling everyone present) I've been counting down the days since she was born, haven't I, you two?!"
Sunday was a lazy day filled with exploring the yard, napping, eating (of course), hanging out with Dad and his gal Kelli, and crocheting.
After all that lazing about Sunday, we headed to The Nashville Zoo on Monday, thinking all the while that we would have the zoo all to ourselves being a Monday: school-day, work-day, etc.
Ever heard of Spring Break?
Even so, the multitudes made for excellent people-watching, which somehow made up for a few animals we didn't get to see since they were sleeping after gorging themselves on veggies and raw meat during lunch. Most of the people-watching involved people eating. Disgusting, but like watching a couple having a raging argument in public, you just can't look away.
Anyone want to go with us?