Granted, we’ve gone through more than a few adjustments in the last five years, but it’s still difficult to believe we started out with the one on the left up above, and currently have the one on the right.
Yes, Meg was born five years ago today at 8:57 am. At the time, it was difficult to imagine how the next five years would go, and now, I don’t even know how this next one year will go for her as she begins <gasp> Kindergarten. Since Calvin was born, she’s taken to the role of “Big Sister” more than we thought she was capable of, sometimes making me forget she’s still extremely young, yet perhaps more responsible than some of my college-aged students.
This year also marked the first time for two birthday parties: one “Kid Party” this past weekend, when three of her best friends from preschool came over for a “dress up party,” and then the next one coming this weekend for “Grown-ups” (i.e. family). I think the “Kid Party” came off pretty well, as the girls mostly played by themselves and stayed out of trouble (mostly…). Meg got some play makeup, a “Cinderella” costume, and a copy of Tangled (which she’s been asking for since December…). She requested lemon cake with blueberries, and that turned out pretty awesome (thanks to Brooke, of course). I think she’s requested spaghetti for the “Grown-up Party” this weekend, as well as a strawberry cake.
Personally, I don’t see how it’s fair that she gets two cakes, but whatever…
This morning, she woke up to a bike at the bottom of the steps, so surely that will present its own new challenge for 2015. She literally, finally, learned how to make a tricycle “go” in 2014, so it’ll be interesting to watch her fight a 16″ bicycle with training wheels this time around. Good thing my schedule’s pretty flexible this summer…
Aside from the presents and parties, the crazy part still remains: Meg is five. She’s been with us for five years. Half a decade has blown by. She’s entering a stage of development that I actually remember in my own life. Which is to say, these are years that she’ll start remembering 10, 20, 30+ years down the road.
Happy birthday, Margaret Jean. I hope it’s great. 🙂