Very few things in life are as cute as little girls at a birthday party. Girl Terror went to her very first "All by myself, none of you are invited except me" party this afternoon. To say she was excited would be like saying the pope sometimes says grace at lunch.
For the past week, every day we've counted down days until Jordanna's birthday. We've talked about how right now, they are both four. But in 7, 6, 5, 4, etc days, Jordanna will be FIVE! and Girl Terror will still be four. But then! In 10, 9, 8, etc days, guess what?! It will be Girl Terror's BIRTHDAY!! And she will turn FIVE!! Just like Jordanna!!
Yes, my daughter talks in capital letters, with many, many exclamation marks. That also sums up her personality pretty well.
I discovered something new about me as a Mummy today. I want to know every single thing. I hated leaving her for the afternoon, but I did, since if I had stayed it would have ruined her day. But I want to know exactly what she said. What the other kids said to her. Did she play? Does she have social skills? Did she remember to go pee in plenty of time? Were the snacks good? Did she fit in? Was she a reject, and didn't realize it? How did her gift compare to the other gifts? Did she like the games? Did she do anything weird, or is she cuter than life itself, even when I am not there?
I think it's time to take a step back, breathe deeply, and let her go. Also, I want to invest in some high powered binoculours and a mini tape player that I can strap under her shirt. You know, so I can feel like I am right there with her.