The night before his birthday we sang to Ezra a song about turning two years old. He kept wanting us to sing the song over and over probably to delay bedtime. =)
"...Two kisses when I wake. Two candles on my cake."
Rose petals on the way to a pancake breakfast.
Dada built a play kitchen for Ez. The burners, faucet, and handles all came from tree branches that have fallen in the winds in the past month including a dead branch that fell from the famous turkey vulture tree on Center Street. (maybe its only famous to us?)
And now for oiling the kitchen wood with beeswax, olive oil, and "balance" essential oil from doTerra, what a lovely task.
