{alternately entitled: the things we do for our kids…}
Good morning, sweet birthday girl.
Your daddy bought you flowers!
He also happened to bring in your massive birthday present from the garage.
{please notice the Christmas wrapping paper, for that was the plan…had we not all been sharing one room at my parents house with no room for enormous play things…so it got stashed for 7 months. We went with plan B for Christmas}
*Please also note the image of fabulous kitchen assumed to be assembled inside.
This her sleepy, happy face.
Sleepy, because she would have slept 2 hours longer had she not spied the balloon strings dangling from her ceiling. We love to sneak in the night before her birthday and load her room with balloons…then we scatter a couple around the house, tied to little gifts, for surprises ‘throughout’ the day.
‘Throughout’ usually lasts 17 minutes.
Back to sleepy…how’s a girl to close her eyes again after balloon discovery?
Next on the agenda…waffles!
This might possibly be the only day she is allowed to eat sweeties before breakfast all year long…so daddy went all out. Take 5.
{This might possibly be the most chocolate she’s ever eaten…in one sitting…before breakfast. Thanks love, how convenient that you have to go to work}.
“How old are you today, sweetheart?”
Expecting to have to pop a couple of knobs or stickers on to present a complete kitchen for post-breakfast play, mommy opens box.
Mommy experiences near heart failure.
While birthday girl eats, mommy smashes box with sledge hammer sweetly sits…for almost 2 hours…attempting to assemble above mentioned {deceptive} kitchen before baby Bug awakes and attempts to ingest one of the {horrible} little knobs.
I suppose when you pay $29 for something, rather than $129…this is to be expected.
{But why must I be punished for being a bargain girl?}
I do think 342,567,2334 little pieces is a tad excessive, don’t you?
I will look for these words a little better next time.
Adult Assembly Required.
Bite me.
Project “Kitchen from Hell” is completed right as baby Bug stirs.
Just in time for brutal exploration. It’s Man vs. Kitchen.
If anything has not been tightly screwed down…we will find out shortly.
Our little chef moves in…barefoot, with her baby. Go figure.
I’ll bet there’s a fresh batch of oxytocin being created right here.
A stunning rendition of “Happy Birthday to me” is belted out…
followed by a dramatic balloon release…to the tree tops.
She gathers them once again…and then she’s gone.
Just like that.
The {old, never-requiring-assembly} baby toys in her brother’s room beckoning her.
So long little kitchen, it’s been rad.
Mommy played with you for hours this morning…
maybe she’ll come love you a little more?
One day.
Until then, you can find her in ward# 253, turning knobs and twitching.
