Not a baby any more

Violet is definitely a little girl. We have almost full sentences, we have requests to sit on the toilet, wear certain clothes and read specific books. We have a runner and a climber and we've moved out of the crib. We have been asked to 'let go' in both safe and unsafe locations. She tells her animal friends what to do. She sings the alphabet, happy birthday and pieces of other songs. She asks for her songs. She tries to put on and take off her clothes and shoes. She helps feed and walk Lulu and unload the dishwasher. 

This morning we met another family to take a look at Pittsburgh's giant duck (it's an art thing). This afternoon we'll Skype the family for cupcakes (I still have to frost) and presents. 

Part of me feels bad for not doing more. There are no balloons, no other people in the house squealing for cake. For her first birthday I planned everything so far ahead and we were surrounded by friends and family over the whole weekend. Maybe this year is more normal? Or maybe I'll just always feel I could have done more and that is normal.