Have you met my daughter? She LOVES Lightening McQueen. If there is a toy that my children fight over with any consistency, it has something to do with either Lightening McQueen or Mater.
Tomorrow (by the time I actually post this TODAY) is Ava’s 5th Birthday. Until 2 weeks ago, she was having a Lightening McQueen birthday. I was not happy about this, I mean, who does she think she is that she gets to pick her birthday theme already? I really wanted to do an Alice In Wonderland birthday. Tea Party, Mad Hatter, she’s just the perfect little Alice…all that long blond hair and big blue eyes and who knows what she’s talking about 80% of the time. Alas no, she insisted on Lightening McQueen. I had to look at cakes on Pinterest and let her look. I googled “my daughter wants a car’s birthday party”…and found that there are quite a few tiny girls with the same passion for red sports cars.
Two weeks ago, she pulled a 180 on me…she now wants Rapunzel, Tangled to be her birthday cake. Yay!!! Thankfully she hasn’t changed her mind…at least not as of today.
Speaking of Rapunzel, am I the only mom that sees Mother Gothel in herself? If I stopped coloring my hair and encouraged the curl instead of bending it to my will and making it straight with every contraption I can plug in and heat up, I think I’d even look like her. I certainly sound like her. How lucky Rapunzel’s real Queen mommy was to have missed out on all the child rearing parts of child rearing. I know, I know, the fictitious queen had her baby kidnapped and whisked away in the dead of night only to agonize over her for 18 years and mourn her loss on every birthday, but still…she never had to deal with sassy mouths and stomping feet and little tiny bodies shrieking with rage and venom. She also never watched the constant bouncing, enjoyed the exuberant “Thank you so much Mommy!s”, or excited waves and “Hi Mommy!!!” greetings when picking her up from school (accompanied quickly by “Do you have any snacks?”).
So with every torturous, agonizing moment of chaos and crazy self-doubt, there is sparkle and glitter and cupcake making and pages upon pages of artwork that goes with having this magical fairytale creature in my life. If I could keep her locked up in a tower and never cut her hair, I would…except for the screaming and tears that accompany the simplest of high ponytails. So, because it’s my blog and I get to do what I want and show her off. Here’s some of her greatest hits. Ta da!
Happy Birthday Bunny Rabbit! I love you very much, my dear.
This is what Day 1 looked like… debut –
And this is what 4 looked like