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My two little smooshies are turning another year older and I can't believe it! Seth is turning nine and Lola will be two! My how time flies! Saturday is the magic day for both of their birthdays.

Lola is always the easy one when it comes to gifts. Even though she's still just a wee little bean, she knows what she likes and clothing is at the top of that list. Yes ladies, she's already there. She loves dresses and skirts and shoes and will yank things off the racks in stores if you just roll her on by in the stroller...heaven forbid you don't stop and show her each and every item. This year, I decided to do my shopping locally (yay!), and picked up a sweet little costume for The Lo at the TightKnit craft portion of Market Saturdays. The Posh Piglet offers the sweetest little gifts for girls who love lace and frilly things. So, on Saturday afternoon Miss Lola will be sporting the following items:

Flowery headband (photo taken from The Posh Piglet's website)

Super frilly tutu (photo taken from The Posh Piglet's website)

And what fairy princess costume would be complete without fairy wings? (Photo taken from The Posh Piglet's website)

Seth is tough when it comes to gifts. He likes clothes a little, but he's more into science, Legos, army dudes, etc. Typical boy. It seems as though most people got him what he wanted, but my sister just mentioned that he's into reading the "Diary of a Wimpy Kid" books quite a bit lately. After a brief glance through these, they remind me of the "Superfudge" books or the "How to Eat Fried Worms" books that were big back when I was his age. I didn't want to be the dorky aunt who buys him books or socks for his birthday, but books are always my go-to gift of choice so I was thrilled to head on over to the Market Block Bookstore to snag two Wimpy Kid books and this little gem:

Hopefully he doesn't get into too much trouble. Sorry, Carly!

I adore shopping for these two, or any kid in general. I don't have children of my own, so this allows me to spoil them rotten with cool stuff and then hand them back, all smelly and tired, to mom and dad when the day is done. Life is good.