I’m really tired and I don’t want to write (though I have a billion things to tell you about). Still, I feel it would be ungrateful of me to not acknowledge how amazing life is.
Today we celebrated Big G’s sixth birthday.
Yeah, I made a UFO cake. It looked a little better before the trip to the party site:
But that’s all the disclaimer you get, because I’m not a professional and I make cakes like this exactly twice a year, so I reserve the right to be impressed with myself. So there.
I’m not going to spend a lot of time talking about Big G’s birth and how happy I was to finally have a live baby, because you’ve heard it before, and again…really tired.
Here’s what I will say: I’m amazed at how quickly we’ve gone from this:
Life is more miraculous than I have words to express. Happy birthday, Big G. I’m honored to be your mom.
*Terrified too, but mostly honored.
**Why is the news doing a story about wearing white after Labor Day? Is it really that slow a news day? Holy crap. They’re asking a 4-year-old girl her opinion on the topic. If I were that newswoman I’d kill myself.
***Okay, I probably wouldn’t. But I would be very sad.
****We also had a space shuttle piñata at the party.
*****The piñata was primarily white, but according to the news, we’re cool.