|I think she has worn that bib in every birthday picture so far|
Laurel enjoyed her birthday celebration last night. She opened her presents in the late afternoon when her dad came home from work, and for dinner we had take-out Italian food. And, of course, cupcakes.
Craig joked that the presents I bought Laurel were like those I had received from my parents as a child: from yard sales or thrift stores. That wasn't entirely true. I bought her this book new:
|"A Rule is to Break: A Child's Guide to Anarchy"|
But otherwise there was a grain of truth to his wisecrack. A pink leopard-print dog bed (she picked it out!) and modeling clay came from the drugstore, but a bunch of Lego, a set of doctor's tools and carrying case, and a small stool for the "exam room" came from Thrift Town.
So did the shirt she's wearing in this photo, for that matter.