I’ve been in a bit of a funk lately. I’m sure it’s the weather… we’ve been breaking records left and right for the cold and snow, records that go back as far as they’ve been recording temperatures here in Saskatchewan – and that’s 120 years of recorded cold and snow levels.
It’s not unheard of to have a freak snowfall in April… but we’re not talking about an odd, one-off, Spring snow. We’re talking about a Winter that appears to be never-ending. We still have over a foot of snow covering most of the yard (and three feet in some corners).
I have seeds awaiting planting. And I’m dying to be spending time with my hands in the good dark earth. I need to put on a pair of clam diggers, and get out in the sunshine. This weather is just making me feel like curling up into a ball and never emerging from my bed.
Normally I spend my birthday outside, having a picnic or bbq. Heck, on several occasions I’ve spent it on the beach. Never in my now 36 years have I been kept indoors by snow.
In spite of the weather though, I had the best birthday I’ve had in a very long while. Lily-Ann insisted that she and her Daddy go to great efforts to make the day special – and I am so grateful that she did. I love Damon, but he’s never been one to make a fuss or do anything to make someone feel important on their day… which means I’d gotten rather used to having crummy birthdays. LOL If I’d had one of those along with this crummy weather? I’m not sure I would have gotten out of bed.
My girl really did make me feel so special. She got her Daddy up in the morning and the two of them made me breakfast in bed – something I’ve never had in my adult life. Then we all watched a couple episodes of Friendship is Magic before heading out to build-a-bear… where Lily-Ann and I picked out, and put together, and chose clothing for a Pinkie Pie stuffy. Whom is now sitting beside my bed being super cute. On our way home we all got smoothies, then vegged for a while before Supper.
My parents had bought me a gift card for Persephone Theater, and with it I bought tickets for Damon and I to see Ride the Cyclone – a musical about a group of dead teenagers. It was very well written, and had us laughing all the way through. Some fabulous performances as well. It was a great way to wrap up a wonderful birthday.
So. I’m 36. I wish it actually looked like Spring, but I had a lovely birthday just the same. Yep. That sums it up pretty well.
Well, it happened. The girl turned five… and a lovely time was had by all. LOL Seriously. It was.
Yesterday was her fifth birthday, and it was spent sewing, crafting, shopping, and visiting. Getting ready for her party (which was today) and just enjoying being five. She woke up, threw the blankets off, looked at her legs and exclaimed that they were super long! After all, she grew! She is five now, ya know.
Today was just as nice… okay, well… ALMOST just as nice. It was a little busy and exhausting for me (I’m not actually over the ear infection yet, so it was a bit of a struggle, but I don’t think too many people noticed). She had a great time at her party, playing with Parker and some of her cousins and extended family. And I think everyone who came (including her great grandparents) had a really nice time too.
I’d love to be sharing some pictures from the last two days, but I’m still not well enough to be working through any of my photography edits. However… I do have one little iPhone capture and a video (both from yesterday). Enjoy! It’s off to bed for me, we’re going to be extras in a zombie movie tomorrow.
At some point I’ll start remembering to hold my phone the OTHER way when I take video. Oooops.
Today, while mostly awesome, was just too full. And I honestly wish I could have taken today away from work of any kind. But we are now down to crunch time with Camp fYrefly and I had to work on sending out acceptance packages. There are still a lot more to go out – but I got a good start on them… and will keep working on them tomorrow.
Why did I want today off? Well, the wee girlie only turns four once. And today was the day.
When she woke up (extra early, after a restless night, of course) I checked her over thoroughly. Inspected each and every inch, looking to see if there were possibly any three year old parts left. She giggled like mad as I peered at her armpits, checked between each toe, pinched her cheeks, wiggled her nose, and peeked into her belly button. But no. It appears that every single part is now a four year old part. There are no three year old parts left.
Before afternoon had a chance to commence, we hit the mall. Now… this particular mall is one we usually avoid. It’s just too crowded, too teen frenzy, and just too full of memories for me (not bad memories, just lots of them, around every corner). But on special occasions, we venture through the underground parking and emerge into it’s well lit crazitude (as I’ve mentioned before, making up words has a long, grand, history behind it… all the brightest, most awesome writers do it). Today was one of those special occasions.
While the wee girlie was turning four, her hot pink stuffed flamingo, most appropriately named Mingo, was turning one. So it was off to Build-a-Bear we went. Mingo needed a new birthday outfit, and the wee girlie had $21 worth of coupons to spend.
After our mall trip, it was off to my parent’s place. Where I sat at the kitchen table, Macbook Pro, iPad, and external hard drive all connected with various wires, and all connected to me – via the keyboard and trackpad. Thus the acceptance packages began to roll out.
Once Mom needed the table, I moved into the sewing room to begin working on the girlie’s costume pieces for her party on Saturday. This year she requested a Jungle party. A surprisingly easy thing to deliver.
Normally I spend a week (or even two) frantically preparing for the girlie’s birthdays. I don’t do this because I have to, but because I love doing it. I harvest berries, bake, cook, sew, craft… Work like mad. And then sit back and take in the joy of Strawberry Day (as her birthday has become known as). This year, I knew that was not happening. And I’ll admit, this particular Strawberry Day kinda feels like cheating.
We are going to The Fun Factory. That’s right. We’re heading somewhere, where I don’t have to do a darn thing but sit back and enjoy the air conditioning as the kids run around and play. Then, for 45 minutes, we’ll head into their jungle themed room (one of four party rooms) for cake and presents before heading back out to the general play area.
I am not making a cake. We’ve ordered a Monkey Jungle cake from Co-op. I am not baking, cooking, or crafting. I did minimal sewing today (about 1.5 hours worth) to create a Monkey costume for the girlie, as it’s a costume party. And that’s it. Come Saturday we’ll pick up the cake, and head on over to party with anyone who shows up. LMAO Yep. Feels like cheating. No cleaning, no mess. Show up, party, leave. LOL
In honor of this very different type of party, we are calling it Jungleberry Day. Because, well… it’s not really a Strawberry day if I’m not preparing a whack load of strawberries and strawberry dishes for my little Strawberry, now is it?
So, after a bit of sewing, it was time for supper (and I so appreciate Mom providing the meal for us, I felt bad not pitching in at all, but I so desperately needed that time – so THANKS MOM!). Mom made up salad and pizza. Then, it was onto cake and presents.
The wee girlie was so wound up and exhausted by the time we were done, that she took a few laps around the yard with her new rockets/arrows (they are these air propelled nerf-like rocket/arrow things that you can shoot at each other) and it was time to come home and hit the hay. BTW, thanks for those Mom and Dad. When I first saw them I was thinking “Are you nuts?!?!?” but you can get out a lot of frustrations shooting (safely) at your kid. LMAO
Now we are home and in bed. The girlie, fast asleep. She’s four. Just like that.