Today is our youngest daughter Naomi's second birthday. We're planning a little family celebration tonight at dinner. I'm making one of her favorite means, Italian saugage, linguine and tomato sauce, and we'll have cupcakes afterward. This weekend, we're having a slightly larger, but still small, get-together for family and friends. (It's so tempting to run amok when planning a birthday party for your child, but a two-year-old really can't handle a big soiree.)
Omi has been a joy these past two years. She got the nickname from Cecilia, who was almost two when her sister was born; she called her "Omi," and we picked it up. (As two-year-olds will, Omi calls her sister "Cee-ya.") I chose the name Naomi because it's both a Western and a Japanese name; I may tease her later that I named her after one of the characters in Metal Gear Solid, but that isn't really true.
It's wonderful now to see her walking, talking, and exploring her world. She's different from her sister in many ways. She's much more cautious, physically, but once she gets comfortable with an activity -- like climbing the ladder to a slide and sliding down -- she'll focus and repeat it until she's happy with her skill. But like her sister, she's inheriting her dad's love of anime; she just adores My Neighbor Totoro.
Update: A very happy birthday to Jaquandor's daughter, as well!