April 25th. 9:30 p.m. The girls are in bed and I’m sitting here considering the end of our April birthday blitz.
Violet, who has to wait another 3 months for her big day, is certainly not finding it too fair that her sisters are getting all this attention, this money, these gifts – while she is told her turn will come soon enough. But it will – too soon.
Tonight we had our traditional restaurant supper at a local favourite (family friendly) spot for Meaghan’s eighth birthday. Almost exactly two weeks ago we were trying a new place because Layla decided she really wanted sushi for her tenth birthday.
By the time July roles around, I will have a five year old, an eight year old and a ten year old. My oldest is ten. TEN. My youngest will start school next fall. It feels like we’re entering a very new phase of this parenting/family gig. Continue reading