...that Ella turned one? No? Oh, that's probably because I'm a bad mom. Here's how the day went down. On November 14th we woke up at 6, threw some clothes on our kids, jumped in the car, and drove Ella straight to Rob's parents' house. We then left her there for eight days while we enjoyed sunny Mexico. I may have yelled, "Happy Birthday," as we drove off. Poor kid.
Happy Birthday, two months ago, Ella. I hope this staged scene makes you realize,when you're older, that we really DO love you. You've been an absolute joy this past year. You're adored by everyone you meet, and your Jude-like-grin (read: cute gap between your front teeth) makes everyone around you smile.