Three years ago today, Little Sprout made her entrance into the world without even waiting for the doctor's presence. She immediately began complaining about the temperature of the room, the food, the noise, the lights...just everything.
Convinced of her place as the Absolute Center of the Universe, Little Sprout then took over rulership of our Barefoot Lives, and nothing has been the same since.... Bless her little heart.
This morning she bounced out of bed, yelling that she was going to open her birthday party. She doesn't seem to care about the presents. She is more interested in seeing her nephew and her grandmother. I am not even really sure that she understands that presents will go with her birthday yet.
Funny.
Tomorrow will be the official party. The family will convene at Barefoot Manor, eat lots of fattening (but ohsotasty) food, fill the house with chatter and laughter, and celebrate the anniversary of the arrival of Queen Bee of the Universe. We will celebrate three years of cuddles, slimy kisses, funny "kid-isms", boo-boos, and tantrums. We will celebrate 1095 mornings she has greeted with a sleepy smile, and 1095 bedtime rituals involving big hugs, sloppy kisses, and the tickle monster. It will be a good day.
Happy Birthday, Little Sprout!
3 comments:
Aww! Very nice tribute.
Happy B-Day, Little Sprout :).
This, is what life is all about!
Happy giving birth day Mum.
Can I come?? I wanna open a birfday party too!!
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