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“I get to go in the attic!”

Yup. For her birthday, she got to go into the attic. (It’s right up there with getting gum for her Christmas present when she was two – what terrific, but unlikely, things to anticipate!) That was what she was excited about today. She got to roam around and poke in boxes and bags, standing at full height – unlike us – and looking like Alice in Wonderland, taller than real life. When asked at dinner if it was as exciting as she thought it would be, she said, “No.” We looked at each other, knowing how great anticipation can lead to great disappointment. But she wasn’t done yet. “It was funner!”

Climbing up

Climbing up

Alice - in Wonderland

Alice – in Wonderland

That – and her new fishing pole – might have been the highlights of this, her fifth birthday.

“…in that party dress.
Balloons and cake,
Two kinds of ice cream –
Guess [yes?]¬†you’ll be a mess!

“Share the fun with your [little] brother
As friends go, he’s your best.

“Make a wish; it just might come true –
Blow those candles out.
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I won’t forget the day that you were born
Five years ago
We were happy and excited
and we loved you so
You’re growing up so quickly
Now, I feel a little sad –
That’s to be expected;
after all, I am your daddy [mommy].”

Five years ago

Five years ago

Loudon Wainwright III’s “Five Years Old” – it’s the song for today.

And she DID have two kinds of ice cream – but she said she didn’t like the first, and she didn’t eat much of the second. She did eat her birthday dinner – she’d asked for bacon and hotdogs, and she got bacon-wrapped hotdogs and lima beans. Chocolate cake, white frosting with sprinkles – and a party dress, the kind she’s wanted, with a flouncy under-layer and a sash around the waist. And we did go out and get balloons, like we have every year. It was a full birthday!

Like Alice, she’ll continue to grow – but, we hope, at regular speed; these five years have already sped by, and I am not prepared for it to go by any faster than this. Happy birthday, Girl!

Happy birthday!

Happy birthday!

In a few hours, the month of January 2013 will end, and we’ll be that much closer to April, when Baby Baby should be born, barring an early appearance. How are we already into week 31, I want to know?

For our little lovely, the baby is still a frequent topic of conversation, both during the day and at night, as she’s lying in her crib and about to nod off. We’ll do the call and response of “Mama!”, “Baby!”, she’ll be quiet, then she’ll interject something like these lines.*

“You’re Baby Baby’s mama, but you’re my mama, too.” (And of course, when her daddy’s around: “You’re Baby Baby’s daddy, but you’re my daddy, too.”)

“I’ll save some moaty for Baby Baby, and Baby Baby will save some moaty for me!”

“Baby Baby makes your belly big! Before, I made your belly big, but now, Baby Baby makes your belly big.”

Tonight in the kitchen, she patted my belly and said, “I love you, Baby Baby,” then told her daddy to “give her a kiss!” She often tells Baby Baby, “I’m your big sister!” Who knows how things will really go, when push (finally) comes to baby, but so far, she shows a lot of promise as a big sister. We’re excited about that, and at the same time, we’re trying to relish this last chunk of time with just her. Our sweet girl.

Our sweet girl is sometimes our sweets girl, too.

Our sweet girl is sometimes our sweets girl, too.

*Tonight, in addition to the above sorts of lines, she also asked, “Why did the queen yell at Alice?” because today, we watched Disney’s Alice in Wonderland after nearly finishing Carroll’s Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass. The queen’s red-faced yelling – and yelling in general – upset her. As with other examples of Disneyfication, that’s not really how it goes in the book: Alice talks back! The queen mostly yells at other people! Alice doesn’t cry first about trying to get home and not being able to! Reading the book hasn’t negatively affected her at all; watching the movie has. *sigh* Guess we’ll stick to episodes of Word World, Dinosaur Train, and her new favorite, Diego…minimal (no?) cartoon violence and anger. She doesn’t like it better in real life, either; last weekend, from atop a piece of playground equipment, a little girl yelled at her to get off, and it made her cry. She’s sweet and not, I hope, mean-spirited, and she doesn’t like it when others are mean.