This past weekend was pretty eventful around here. The festivities started on Saturday when the girls went to their first ever Daddy-Daughter Dance. I wasn’t sure the Toddler {or the Spouse} would want to participate in such a public outing. But, at the first mention of a “fancy” dress {and cookies}, the Toddler was all in. The Preschooler was excited from the get-go because she always associates dancing with wedding receptions, food, and all things fun. So, she was an easy sell.
Despite some initial anxiety and a text from the Spouse reporting that the Toddler wouldn’t dance and “just wants to eat cookies,” I think the evening went well. At the end of the night, the Preschooler excitedly jumped in the car telling me how many of her friends were there and how much fun she had dancing. The Toddler excitedly hopped in the car telling me she “just eated five cookies.”
At least she knows when to stop.
Also over the weekend we celebrated the Preschooler’s fifth birthday. {I can’t believe I’m even typing the word “fifth”!} I always think of five as being synonymous with kindergarten, and that’s just a lot to process quite yet. Nevertheless, we had been doing a birthday countdown for weeks on end, so the Preschooler was more than ready for us to acknowledge her big day. So, I did what I always do before birthdays and procrastinated until mere hours before the event, made the mistake of perusing the internet for some last-minute ideas, and then enlisted the whole family’s assistance in assembling party favors. Sometimes it takes a village… and a Pinterest account…
The birthday girl:
Yesterday the Preschooler informed me that since she has turned five years old she’s “not a little kid anymore.” She’s a self-declared “big kid.” And this new designation, she seems to think, entitles her to special privileges like riding in the front seat…
This, of course, is not how we’ll be cruising around any time soon {thank gosh}. But, she’s convinced that at the very least she needs to immediately graduate to a booster seat and retire her trusty carseat. {This is where I’d like to mention how grateful I am that the state didn’t have the same carseat/booster laws in effect in the 80’s and 90’s as they do today because I’m pretty certain that I would have ridden to my first day of high school in a booster. And, that’s just not the way you want to start your freshman year}. But, anyway…. the Preschooler is certain that she’s now the most mature member of our family. In fact, she said she “almost knows everything.”
After all, she is five.
And, somehow, it seems like just yesterday that she was the Baby’s age.
Time flies when you don’t get much sleep.
Happy Valentine’s Day!
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