Tomorrow it's boy 3's birthday. And since what I gave him for his 3rd birthday was girl, it's also girl's birthday (don't worry, I got him other things that kids actually like too.)
This week I've been stockpiling dessicated coconut, pink sprinkles, magical edible gold dust stuff and mini-marshmallows. I even bought a piping bag for the icing, so let's not talk about how it might possibly maybe have been cheaper to buy a cake. Instead let's look at the pleasing result of a stupid amount of time used by me today.
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Girl's girly coconut and raspberry cup cakes |
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Boy 3's chocolate cup cakes. As manly as a cup cake gets. |
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I sent my baby to bed tonight a two year old, and tomorrow she'll be three and I'll never have a two year old again.
Highlights of this year with her?
- A few months ago she made up her first story while we were in the supermarket. 'A man had a peach, then he dropped the peach, then he got the peach back.' Beginning, middle, resolution. It's the perfect story. WHY CAN'T I DO THIS?
- She accused her brothers of being miscreants. Gotta hand it to vocab like that.
- I can't count the number of times she's smiled at me, kissed me, snuggled up to me, wanted me over all other people, called me her best friend and smashed my heart to bits with how much I love her.
- She makes me laugh every day, and what she wants most for Christmas is butterfly wings and a pink screwdriver.
Why did I start this? Every day is a highlight!
Boy 3. Soon to be six whole years old. He writes me sweet notes to tell me he loves me and because he loves writing and because he gets self-conscious about saying it : )
He's thoughtful and sensitive and intense and fun. He's smart and beautiful.
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Comedy photo-face. |
So there you have it. Mother loves her children. Ground-breaking, right?