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D-d-d-d-Dora.

Mya turned two on the 15th of May, but we had no presents to offer. In my defense, I did order the presents well over a week before her big day, but Amazon did not come through with the delivery. Thankfully, Mya is too young to know the difference or to care. We celebrated her birthday on Saturday. On aside, I am not a believer in birthday parties with friends until the child is older. Our children don't want for anything and certainly don't need. We don't go big with spending for any holiday/birthday and never have. I am pretty proud of that. Each child gets one or two presents totaling a set dollar amount. I must say, finding the perfect gift for Mya has been pretty difficult. It seems as though they have everything imaginable and whatever Mya does not have, Claire has already received. This birthday was no different. I thought and thought, searched and searched, until--I came across the plasmacar. It received rave reviews, looked great for children of all ages and looked like so much fun! I also found some cute little Dora, Diego and Boots dolls as Mya is a huge fan. She also got a Dora backpack that she loves dearly. Claire and I made the cake Saturday morning. It wasn't the cutest looking thing,  but it was delicious. The birthday was a hit. Mya loved being sung to and enjoyed blowing out the candle. We actually had to do it twice because I didn't have the flash turned on to take pictures. She thought two times wasn't nearly enough, requesting another. She was darling. So excited about what lied under all that paper. The remainder of the day looked something like this...












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Anonymous said…
Looks like Mya absolutely LOVED her birthday! Such cute expressions on her face! Love it! Thanks for the post!!!

Love ya,
J
Anonymous said…
She is a cutie...looks so big! Won't Ava be surprised! The cake looked pretty good for a novice (without the official cake decorating class). Glad to see an update, finally!!
Love
Lisa

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