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And the princess turned 5

standard May 17, 2010 2 responses

It all started with…

A new bike.
(And a few other presents.)
Which led to this. 
(It’s not as early as it looks.)
And some of this. 
Yes. In the kitchen. 
Because that’s where you ride your new birthday bike.
It also led to this. 
Had to get the little sister a helmet too!
The kitchen turned out to be a bit cramped.
So they took to the open road sidewalk.
A few hours later it was PARTY TIME!
Pool party time to be precise. 
And lucky for us the weather decided to cooperate in the nick of time.
 She’s usually very sweet and loving.
Just not when facing a pinata.
Then there was cake!
Lots of cake. 
(This was served surrounded by strawberries.)

Five candles are harder to blow out than four.

But discovering that mommy drew the smiley face you asked for 
more than makes up for it.
The little sister helped herself to cake, a fork, and seat.
Then she methodically ate it.
And the second and third piece she snagged too.
(I was confused when she handed me a half eaten piece of cake and told me she was done.
Then I looked through the pictures and realized she’d had quite a bit before…)
Followed by a strawberry chaser.
And like all good parties it ended with a little lambada. 
(What? Don’t yours?)

Five years ago today I was waiting somewhat impatiently to meet my first child. This morning she tiptoed into my room and, with an irresistible smile, asked for a birthday hug. It’s been an awesome five years, but I know the best is yet to come. I fell in love with her when she was a tiny infant, and I’ve fallen a bit more in love with her every day ever since. She’s just that amazing.

A birthday for a two-year-old

standard August 3, 2009 6 responses

On Friday, despite my intense denial about the whole event, my sweet little baby, the one who just yesterday was the same size as her sister’s dolls, turned two. Yes. TWO. As in, 24 months old. Which means I haven’t slept well in a lot longer than I thought.
Wait. No. It also means that she’s been gracing us with her presence and her smiles for two wonderful years now. And, even though there’s still little sleep, we wouldn’t trade her in for any other model.

Friday dawned bright and early with C waking her baby sister with a sweetly, and cheerily, sung Happy Birthday. I was a tad annoyed that it was only 6:50, but it was hard to be really mad – she was just so excited about her sister’s birthday. (And I’m sure it had nothing to do with presents and all… heh.)
Because I’ve been a bit obsessed with prepping for BlogHer and a couple other projects I’m working on, I completely blanked on planning a party for Little L. And then the creeping crud cold from Hell took over my brain and I was unable to even throw a last minute shindig together. So I did what any mother desperate for a memorable birthday would do. I went with the crazy commercial answer to my problem.

I packed up both girls on Thursday and went to Target where I managed to purchase a couple birthday presents on the sly. Then on Friday morning I packed them up again and took them to the mall for a dazzling morning at The Build-A-Bear Factory followed with a fun lunch at the food court.What can I say? It’s a good thing 2 and 4 year-olds are easy to please.

After a rather short nap we spent the whole afternoon baking cupcakes and cookies, which we fed to some very close family friends later that evening after Little L blew out her candle. Rumor has it that her daddy blew it out… I don’t believe it.
She never did eat that cupcake. The candy, yes. The cake? Not so much.

I tucked both exhausted girls into their beds with their new stuffed animals snug in their arms. I kissed them both gently and looked at them carefully. If I squint a bit I can almost see a trace of the baby C used to be in the corners of her eyes and her smile. It’s easier to spot in Little L’s cheeks and the crook of her neck. You know, even though she’s two now.

And then she was 4, and there was lots of cake.

standard May 18, 2009 10 responses

M and I rolled out of bed at 7:30 this morning and we didn’t stop moving, prepping, planning, organizing, and getting everything ready for the princess’ birthday party. All of that in the 95 degree heat that was smothering the Bay Area today.

Lucky for us we were hosting a pool party. Lucky for all the guests looking to cool off, it’s a big pool.

The day started out with a large pile of gifts.
Only question, which one to open first.
This doll won that honor,
then she watched as all the other gifts were torn into.
Then we rushed around getting more stuff ready, more things cooked, before we realized that we were cooking ourselves and we packed up everything, including the kids, and headed to the inlaws‘. We made great use of their AC to finish prepping the party that was taking place in their pool. Only seems fair, right?

This was the piece de resistance.

Which was supposed to be accompanied by lots of tiny butterflies…
which wouldn’t unmold
so instead I whipped this up. Purty, right?
The birthday girl thought so!
That’s right, she’s the birthday girl.
The great big four year old birthday girl.

After C was born I lay exhausted in my bed, recovering from an endless labor and a last minute c-section. Tonight I’m going to go lay in my bed, exhausted from a completely different kind of labor. I may be tired, but it was worth every minute, and there was a lot more cake than on this day four years ago.

Not only did I survive, but I learned a thing or two while I was there

standard September 26, 2008 13 responses

I found a carpool buddy and I resolved to ignore my social anxiety and go to the party. Having made contact with a few people who were also going and who I kinda, sorta knew made it possible for me to come to the conclusion that maybe I did have it in me to head up to San Francisco for the CBS 5 Eye On The Blog Bay Area Bloggers Mixer.

I had a minor (ahem) freak out on Twitter about the state of my wardrobe (ACK), the amount of clothing that I own that actually fits (virtually none), and the number of things that I could wear that weren’t a) too summery (60F in SF last night) and b) too I’m-here-for-a-job-interview-y (one. one lousy outfit.).

When I left the house I was convinced that I was underdressed in jeans and a black t-shirt. But really, it was fine because I looked HAWT. Well, you know, if you’re into the Olivia Newton John look. (Think more “You’re the one that I want” and less “Sandra-D.”) (And I wish I was joking.) Lucky for me, by the time I made it to my carpool buddy’s house the heat in my car had wilted my curls into something a little less flashy and I no longer had to fight the urge to break into song. Which is a good thing. I think.

I won’t bore you with the rest of the blow by blow details of the evening. But I can share with you a few things I learned over the course of the next four hours.

  1. The traffic, going to San Francisco, can suck big hairy donkey balls. It took us nearly an hour and a half to arrive somewhere it should have taken us all of thirty minutes to reach. Good thing we were having fun debating the merits of Twitter and Facebook.
  2. I know a shit load about social networking. Online. In the real world? Not so much.
  3. Bloggers are a fun crowd. And they love to chat. About anything. And they have lots to say. About everything.
  4. If you are standing in the headquarters of a leading TV network, and you see some people who kinda look familiar? It’s probably not because you’re read their blog. It’s a ton more likely that it’s because they PRESENT THE NEWS ON TV. Just sayin‘.
  5. I do not have to make sure all my daughter’s lunches include some form of protein. WHOOT (I know that sounds like a non sequitur, but I had a lovely chat (see #3) about packing lunches with Biggie from lunchinabox.net, Alison from surefoodsliving.com, and Sharon from bloggerqueen.com and they said I don’t, so there. Also? Some people send their kids to school with PB&J sandwiches and tell their kids to LIE about what’s in their lunch, and that is just despicable. Don’t be that person. OK?)
  6. The longer you spend agonizing about your business card, the fewer you will hand out. Though that might have more to do with the fact that we arrived a fashionable two hours late. (see #1)
  7. Let some mommy bloggers lose on the town, give them some wine and appetizers, and they will have to be cajoled out of the building long after all the other guests have left, so small is their desire to go home and recloak themselves in the mantle of their responsibilities. Or as one mommy blogger said “I’m not leaving until I’m sure all my kids are fast asleep.” (No, it wasn’t me. My kids were probably asleep long before we even got to the party. See #1.)
  8. I do actually enjoy getting out and meeting people. Next time I flip out, someone please remind me of that. Thanks.

Don’t believe I was really hobnobbing with some of the Bay Area’s finest bloggers? Check out the video montage of all the Bloggers present at the shindig. (I’m 13 minutes in. And apparently I’m not convinced of either what I do, or who I parent. Or I’m really uncomfortable when someone sticks a camcorder up my nose. But my earrings are awesome.)