Birthday Report
The giant pink unicorn was beaten down...
...and ultimately vanquished.
I made a Barbie doll cake again...
...and again I had issues with it, and I had to resort to pinning broken pieces of cake around her hips in order to cover up those ridiculously long legs. And then covering it all up with frosting and marshmallows. Oh, Barbie, how you love to make birthday cakes difficult.
The puppy dog cake was easier.
It's nice when kids can't really talk well enough to voice strong opinions and you can manipulate their choices.
I now have a 4-year-old!
She has a bike of her very own, and it is her pride and joy. Her Daddy picked it out for her. Is that not the girliest bike ever? With the little basket and the ribbons? Even I kind of wish I had a bike that pretty.
And I have a 2-year-old!
This is the one that gets me the most. I do not wish to go back and start having babies again. I don't! I'm glad to be moving out of the baby phase. But sometimes when I pick her up and feel her weight pressed against me...when I see how adorably chubby her legs are...watch as she puts on her own clothes, counts to 5, plays games of pretend with her sisters...I realize that my baby isn't a baby anymore, not at all, even though we kiss her and squeeze her and call her "baby" all the time. We're just pretending. She's growing up, and every single day she is as little as she's ever going to be, ever again. She's just going to be bigger tomorrow. Time only moves one way, forward and forward and forward, and we just get to move along with it, and celebrate as we go.
Happy birthday, girls.
...and ultimately vanquished.
I made a Barbie doll cake again...
...and again I had issues with it, and I had to resort to pinning broken pieces of cake around her hips in order to cover up those ridiculously long legs. And then covering it all up with frosting and marshmallows. Oh, Barbie, how you love to make birthday cakes difficult.
The puppy dog cake was easier.
It's nice when kids can't really talk well enough to voice strong opinions and you can manipulate their choices.
I now have a 4-year-old!
She has a bike of her very own, and it is her pride and joy. Her Daddy picked it out for her. Is that not the girliest bike ever? With the little basket and the ribbons? Even I kind of wish I had a bike that pretty.
And I have a 2-year-old!
This is the one that gets me the most. I do not wish to go back and start having babies again. I don't! I'm glad to be moving out of the baby phase. But sometimes when I pick her up and feel her weight pressed against me...when I see how adorably chubby her legs are...watch as she puts on her own clothes, counts to 5, plays games of pretend with her sisters...I realize that my baby isn't a baby anymore, not at all, even though we kiss her and squeeze her and call her "baby" all the time. We're just pretending. She's growing up, and every single day she is as little as she's ever going to be, ever again. She's just going to be bigger tomorrow. Time only moves one way, forward and forward and forward, and we just get to move along with it, and celebrate as we go.
Happy birthday, girls.
6 comments:
You done good, Mama.
The cakes are fabulous (so hard, been there less times than you!) and birthday parties in general are so much work! Let alone two at once!!! You rock and I love the sweet memories you made.
Oh dear, you can tell I am childless b/c I looked at the dog and thought, Ha! A martini for a nose!
But beautiful pics and what lovely birthdays you give your girls. The next time we hang out remind me to tell you the story of my birthday-less friend; it's a good one!
Oh my. I didn't see the martini at all before, and now it's all I see!
It was a fabulous party. Sure to be all the talk around the sippy-cooler for weeks. :) And it WAS strangely satisfying to see the pink pack mule- uh, *unicorn* beaten down, wasn't it?
Those cakes are works of ART. Awesome!
Someone needs to teach the girls how to hold a bat. Great party!
Nana
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