StinkyMan is 6!

All my kids have birthdays every year (duh!) but really only two bother me. One is BabyGirl because with each year that passes my baby becomes less and less of a baby. The other is StinkyMan, who turned 6 at 12:44 this morning.

I don't know why it is that it bothers me. Perhaps because he is my only boy. Perhaps it is because I am afraid that we are too rapidly heading towards that time when he will want to snuggle with his Mommy less, be more conservative with his hugs and show less love just because he feels it in his heart. A time when sausage for breakfast doesn't warrant a shriek of glee, an extra story at night is the greatest treat ever and Mommy isn't the best singer in the whole world. A time when he knows better than I do, I'm too lame to pick out his clothes and chocolate milk doesn't fix everything.

No, I don't want my baby boy to grow up. I had to swallow a lump in my throat last night when I tucked him in a 5 year old, knowing he would awaken a 6 year old.

Thank goodness I have 364 days until I have to face it again.

Angry Faces

Peanut and her beloved Grammy took a little trip to the gardening section of Home Depot together. While Grammy studied flower pots, Peanut studied the pansies.

"Why," she asked, with all the innocence of the 4 year old that she is "do they all have angry faces?"

It took Grammy a minute to see it. Do you see it? Look again.

Awwwwwwwww.

Cupcake success!

My niece is getting married and I had the honor, along with her other aunties, of throwing her shower this weekend. We made a yummy chicken salad, had fruit and bread and the dessert, well, that was up to me:

I was so happy with the way my flowerpot cupcakes came out. I had done a test run and had been less than thrilled with the end result. But by using multiple colors and fewer leaves (and pushing the leaves quite far down into the pot) the effect came out great! Several guests told me at first glance they thought there were flowers on the table. Better yet, people thought they tasted really good. Best of all, my niece loved them too.

Next time I want to try to make edible leaves. We shall see how that goes! I love my relatively new hobby and hope to keep learning new skills and trying new things!

Night Night

Overheard-

Stinkyman: Night, night, sleep tight don't let the bed bugs bite, BabyGirl.

BabyGirl: Night Night My StinkyMan. I love you!

StinkyMan: I love you too. Get good sleeps. See you in the morning.

Awwwwwwwww.

Anniversary

Yesterday was our 11th wedding anniversary. It's been 11 very busy and wonderful years with a guy I love more today than when I married him. The best part? He feels the same about me. I'm a lucky, lucky girl.

Peanut...

...got her name because she was tiny. So tiny, in fact, that she fell off the growth charts. She wasn't all that delayed in her development, but was certainly taking her sweet time hitting those milestones we mothers wait for.

At one point our beloved pediatrician sent us to a specialist. "I don't think anything is wrong," he said "But I would hate to be wrong about that. So go see the specialist, just to make sure." Peanut being my third, my very strong Mother's Intuition said that she was fine. I was right. She was just, well, a peanut.

That was when she was still just a baby. Today, that baby turned four. She still weighs nothing, but that tiny girl is the tallest in her class. When we watched the school Christmas program, her dad and I were floored to see that not only is she the tallest in her class, she is one of the tallest kids in the whole school. Amazing how things change in what seems like the blink of an eye.

Of course I can't change her bloggy name now. That would be weird. If I could, it would be Sunshine, because she is just a happy, sweet, sunshiney girl, ever ready with a smile and a hug.

Happy Birthday to my not so tiny Peanut. I hope 4 is everything you dream it will be.