Saturday was Holden’s fifth birthday. If you told me five years ago that my sweet little newborn with his punchy little arms and kicky little legs would someday be five, I would not have believed you. I probably wouldn’t have understood you anyway due to sleep deprivation.
Sunday was Esme’s third birthday. Ditto on the disbelief that my sweet, sleepy newborn would be three someday. In the three days that she’s been three, she’s already had a lifetime’s worth of tantrums and nuclear meltdowns. I remember this when Holdden turned three, too. What is it about turning three that makes people insane (but incredibly cute)?
The top hit birthday gifts this year were: 1. a thriftstore-bought kid-sized sewing machine that doesn’t work quite right 2. a set of thriftstore-bought screwdrivers to take apart said sewing machine (when the novelty of trying to make it work wears off) and 3. brian’s old legos, complete with already-constructed-by-childhood-bri spacecars and other lego-y contraptions.
Random: there’s a spider living in the dashboard of our car. I’ll get a funny feeling like someone’s staring at me while I’m driving and I’ll look down to find Herman staring up at me. I named him to reduce the creepy factor.
Thank you for all the kind birthday wishes! Now that birthdays are out of the way, I'm shifting back to craft and cooking mode and can't wait to peruse my two new bday gifts. And I haven't forgotten about Craft Book Challenge. Nosiree. I have Feb's project done and a post all thunk up in my head, just gotta get them out the door. It's a race to the end of the month!
Posted by melissa s. at 3:28 PM