Living the 2 year old life

I guess it really doesn't get better than living a life of a 2-year old. Adults still think you're cute, and you get away with just about everything. I wish I could remember when I was that age, and ruled the world!

Priya didn't get a party this year, but she got little somethings throughout the week. She liked it every time we sang Happy Birthday to her, and even hummed along a few bars herself. On Saturday we went back to our favorite Persian restaurant (Iranian for those whose history is a little weak) to celebrate, as Todd called it, Priya's birthday and the freeing of the Britons. For those with good memories of this blog, you will remember an incident that happened the last time we were there. Well, what do you know. As we were leaving, the same woman walked in - this time with one other person. It could have been my imagination, but as I walked past her with Priya she scowled at us. A visit to Pars Cove is never without fun incidents. They accidently threw away the leftovers for Tish and Christy, so they sent us home with a freshly cooked order! That kind of thoughtfulness is really one of the reasons why I've always loved this place. Priya did pretty well too for the hour and a half we were there. She's happy to lick salt and pepper off her plate to keep her occupied (limited salt). Her dessert of ice-cream with honey and cinnamon marked the end of a long birthday week.

Ohhh... And since David really wanted to know - we have a choice in the bed contest! And I just looked over all the votes - no winner! Wow. The final choice was maybe a choice that wasn't explicitely in the pictures. The winner is #3 with a darker wood!

On Saturday I spent the day taking down wallpaper in our room so that it can get ready for painting. Anyone who puts up wallpaper has some extra answering to do during Judgement Day. So with the paint job, there's also new carpetting in our room and the office/nursery, and laminate flooring in the dining area.

These are some pictures from when Tish and Christy went down to Springfield to visit Christy's family. Priya's well on her way to meet her childhood dreams of being a concert pianist.