Monday the 7th marks the end of my two-month marathon that began November 7 with T-Rex’s first birthday. Little Miss Sunshine is turning three. For some reason, three is hitting me as significant. All those little warning labels that say “not for under age 3, small choking parts” do not include her any more. All those games and toys that say “ages 3+” now include her. Games. That’s going to be fun. She feels older than three to me. It could be because when I asked her if she washed her hands after going potty this morning she responded, “No. I’m not tall enough to turn the water on.” She might as well have finished it off with, “If you get me a taller stool I can do it all by myself and I won’t have to ask for your help.” Gulp.
And so tomorrow I’m pushing housework aside and enjoying the day with my little gal. I have overnight waffles in the fridge ready to be cooked in the morning, a made-from-scratch strawberry cake with cream cheese frosting that hopefully tastes ok (I’ve never actually baked a cake from scratch before!) and by morning it will hopefully look like Cinderella.
Later this week I’ll pick up a regular blogging routine. Until then, Happy Birthday, Little Miss Sunshine!