Last night as I was trying to get AK to sleep, I asked her what she wanted for her birthday dinner.
I thought hard, came up blank (she eats everything), and asked for some clarification.
Not too helpful. More details required.
"Chicken with polka dots!"
While I have no idea what she was originally speaking of, I can make this happen, "How about dinosaur chicken nuggets with corn and peas to give them spots?"
"YES!!! And Sunny Daes for dessert."
Ice cream for dessert I can do. Especially if it means I get a night off from baking.
I then attempted to slip out with the excuse of needing to wrap her presents. This was around 9.
At 9:30 the Hoos and I heard running and drawers opening. We looked at each other knowingly, "AK..." Sigh."Wonder what she will be wearing when we go up."
At 10:15 there was still noise coming from AK's room. Sigh.
I found her on the floor behind her door - wearing long-sleeved cotton footie pajamas. Sigh.
Lest you think that going to bed after 10 would make for a rough morning...
At 6:20, there was the pitter-patter of little footsteps. Sigh.
"Mommy! I not two anymore! I'm threeee!"
"Happy birthday, AK!"
"Mommy? Daddy not say happy birthday to me."
The Hoos, [sigh], "Happy birthday, AK!"
Happy birthday, indeed.