Chantelle's birthday was on Saturday. Contrary to the candle, she is not 2, she is now 20. We may need to restock our candle supply.
She loves loves loves her granddad and being outside. So she was basically in heaven here. Silly, happy girl.
Oh, also, it was my birthday on Sunday and I got some delightful gifts (mostly crafty stuff), and I'm happy to report that I didn't have to change one diaper. (There was even a poopy one). A very happy birthday to me indeed!