First of all, today isÂ Miss C’sÂ 5th birthday!
Second, I’m no longer going to use the girls’ real names on my blog. Perhaps that is overcautious or overprotective, not that I would be guilty of being either of those things (cough), but with Miss C starting kindergarten I’d like to make any references to her and baby sisterÂ a bit more anonymous.
So, I’m thinking of calling the girls Miss C and Miss A OR Maggie and Grace, which isÂ a play on their middle names. What do ya’ll think?
We’ve also been calling a certain 2-year-old Scamp Monkey, which I think would be a fabulous name for a rock band. Back in the single career girl days, my roommate and I would have one too many happy beverages and would write down crazy ass band names. Obviously we had way too much mental energy on our hands.
I stayed up too late last night boo hooing over Miss C’s baby photos and trying to write the most phenomenal birthday tribute post evah.Â Several evilÂ cosmic forces aligned this morning to make me feel like the worst mother on the planet by 8 a.m.Â Miss A woke up at anÂ ungodly hour of 5 something, while Miss C was rarin’ to head to school bright and early so she could show off her snazzyÂ new tropical Dora tankini and new fuschia flip flops at water play. Then Miss AÂ heard me blabbering on about her grandparents coming over tonight forÂ aÂ cookout and decided that she wasÂ boycotting going to daycare this morning. I had to physically force her into her carseat and haul her in to school screaming her head off and then leave as she was screaming. The assistant director at daycare must have read my mind, because she called me as I was about to walk into my office to let me know Miss A was fine. But seriously, the girl is strong and may have a futureÂ as a WWEÂ wrestler.
Caitlin, however, was pumped about water play and birthday cake and was all smiles.
Any way, this day can only get better.
Note to the hubby: If I go missing later today, follow the cupcake icing trail. The presents are wrapped
stuffed in gift bags recycled from last year and hidden in our bathroom. And we need four AA batteries for that dance mat thing.