One from my "drafts" folder...

We originally did this on my bday, but it languished in my "drafts" folder, waiting for me to clean it up and make sense of it (well, as much sense as you *can* make of these things.) So it's kind of a blast from the past. But - hey! - at least it's something new to read now that she's forsaken her blog...



Today is your birthday! It was lots of fun things, and you opened your presents. And then? When I woke up? We ate cake! And then we took a nap and you put my dress on the dress rack and then you read me a story.

WE went shopping at market and bought a Snow White dress! And then we went to a party after I put it on. You were in a green dress and heart necklace and shoes, so you were Fiona. And we went to a party with lots of decorations and other different girls who were dancing and we were watching and I wanted to dance with my prince when they were dancing with their princes.

And Jonas is a ducky ducky ducky! Ducky ducky ducky! Ducky duck! He looked pretty cute! And we looked pretty! And smart! And funny! And everything. Except, for Daddy. He was just dressed in normal clothes and not a costume. (Does the lack of costume make him less smart and funny?)

And I cleaned the gate and gave a drink to the tree and the bushes. I got my shoes and my overalls all wet! (Ah - not party related at all. Joe and Jaynie played with the hose in the backyard.)


So, Twink - you wanna tell the blog about the vacation we went on? What kinds of things did you see? Did you see castles? Churches? What?

WE saw lots and lots of castles! They were very good, very princessy, and very cold inside.

So they painted way up there on the ceiling! They used wings! WINGS! They FLEW up to the ceiling to paint it! (She was obsessed with the painted ceilings in the churches. Convinced that the artists had grown wings to do them.)

And we went to a town full of treats! And I got one of those treats. I was a very, very, VERY good girl!


And your birthday cake is PINK! It's your favorite color! And I gave you 35 presents! 30 because that's how many birthdays you have, and 5 extra because you looooove presents.

I don't want to talk about anything else. What are you writing? Happy Birthday, Mommy. I love you lots and lots. I love you thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis much. The end.