Saturday, October 20, 2007
Five Already. Where Did FOUR Go?
Bella, I have asked you to stop growing, but you won't. When I asked you why that is, you told me, "That's just how kids go." But does it have to go by so FAST?
This year's party was a lot easier than last year's--at least as far as parental labor goes. We had it at the new bowling alley, which was a big hit with all your friends (who, by the way, were some of the sweetest kids I've ever met).
The significant factor in this year's party was the level of BOSSY coming from the Birthday Girl. WOW, are you ever bossy. And loud. Where'd you get that, anyway?
There was some pouting, but only from you, because you just could not control everything that everyone was doing all at the same time.
We bowled, we had pizza and cake, we played in the arcade, and then we drove home.
Wait--WE drove home. You rode in the backseat, asleep. As soon as we got home, you said, "I am very very sleepy. I'll be in my room." We didn't see you for four hours, at which point you got up and asked to have cake for supper. And do you know what? We had cake for supper. I told you that it was because it was your birthday, and you ought to be able to have cake for supper on your birthday if you want. That resulted in the following exchange:
Bella: "So, I can do whatever I want?"
Me: "I don't know about that..."
Bella: "But you said I could have what I want for my birthday, and what I want is to do whatever I want!"
Bella: "HA. I got you there, didn't I?"
Me: "Yep. You got me there, Kiddo."
(I didn't get anywhere near the photos I'd have liked, mainly because I couldn't figure out the lighting, and also because I was always apologizing to someone for some ridiculous thing that just came out of my daughter's mouth, but there are a few more here.)