The trouble with being the oldest is that your birthdays are always less about you and more about your parents having been parents that long. It is hard to believe we have graduated to having a five-year-old. Except for when it's hard to believe she's not a lot older.D1 likes dressing up--especially in ladies' shoes; drawing--especially designing patterns and grids or tracing other pictures; and reading books to D2. She can really read the first four Bob books on her own and she writes little notes to her friends. She is learning to sweep the floor.
We made a fluffy lemon cake in the shape of a crown and in honor of her birthday we're going to a tea room and window shopping. She likes that girly stuff, but she also likes Legos and mowing the lawn. She was definitely born to be the big sister.
5 comments:
Happy birthday, D1! And it's just as surprising to me because she was just a baby when I discovered your blog. I think I wrote that last year, too.
She's beautiful. I love her ringleting hair.
-- SJ
Happy birthday from Virginia, D1. Hope your day is very special.
--DJ
Cool kid. Might have something to do with genetics. And how she's being brought up.
You know, that whole nature and nurture thing.
Congrats to the birthday girl.
Wow! 5 years! Happy Birthday to the Big Sister Ducky. :)
Happy Birthday and congratulations!
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