Sometimes I wonder why my husband puts up with me and all of my shenanigans. I can’t exactly pinpoint when or how birthday month started, but it’s an idea in which I think everyone should jump on board with. The benefits are endless. However, my intention was never to introduce this to my girls so early on. Some might consider it to be fate or maybe perhaps the mere juggling of so many calendars, regardless, I was forced into it. My poor husband has his work cut out for him on so many levels.
Birthday month for this 3 year old began with the family dinner, also known as “the grown up party.” A get together with 25 of her closest relatives. My girls love having people over and lets face it, so do I, but this was only the beginning of our birthday marathon. Next on the docket, actual birthday day. Drop in gymnastics, a matinee, a pirate pack and an evening trip to the park. A day built for a three year old. Then comes the grand finale – A Rapunzel party. A party to which we started gearing up for the moment Elsa left Layne’s birthday in September. Let me tell you, we were not disappointed. If you have a little girl who’s into princesses, this is the way to go. As You Wish Princess, is pure magic, start to finish.
My youngest daughters birthdays seem to tug my heart strings a little differently. Sadly, this birthday month has come to an end. In my exhausted state I fear this blog post may take a rather dramatic turn, but never the less, the reality of my situation has officially set in. My baby is three! Let me begin by saying that life with these two little girls is darn near perfect. I really feel that our little family is complete, but truth be told, after a goodnight’s sleep and an exceptionally good day, I do feel my resolve wavering. Especially on days like today. Maybe we should have just one more…
Watching these little girls grow and learn new things is far and away my most favourite thing. Slowly, our bedtime stories have become more words then pictures, our toy room is now filled with Barbies and puzzles and there is even some unsupervised scissor using happening in this house. But it’s the small things that can sometimes feel like a huge victory amongst a busy day that are actually more of a sad ending in a moments of reflection. I am not longer needed for seat belts or shoes, tooth brushes now seem to ready themselves as if by magic and questionable outfits are now being put together on a daily basis. These kids are growing up.
Blake I’m going to miss your baby voice and your constant need for “kissies,” the way you always roll over to hug me when you’re sleeping (that is if I can find you under all of your bunnies), the way I have struggled not to laugh at you every time you look at me with that “angry face” and the way way you just can’t help but wave at me every time as I watch you dance. Not all of these things will change today, but I know I won’t realize it until they are already gone. With each ending comes a new and exciting beginning, and, Blake, I am so excited to see what tomorrow will bring for you. You are the perfect mixture of headstrong and sweet. A total bulldozer and my best cuddler. I love you way past the moon and all the way back. Happy Birthday, Pretty Girl.
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