Hooray for birthdays!

My poor sweet THREE YEAR OLD woke up this morning and was sorely disappointed to find that this so-called birthday did NOT include party hats. In fact, her brother wasn't even home, what is THAT about? School on her very special day? This cannot be correct. It is a national holiday!

In fact, we had this conversation several times before she dissolved into the most pitiful sort weeping I have ever seen.

Her: BubTar is??

Me: BubTar is at school.

Her: No...BubTar is???

Me: At school. BubTar is at school.

Her: No! BubTar is????

And so forth.

For the hat dilemma, I googled "printable crowns" and we made due with this hat. Hooray for Google!



She was not a fan of the flash today, as you can tell from the face.

At one point, she hugged that silly little crown and said, "Oh, wittle fewwa, I love you hat. I so glad you here." Adorable.

We went to pick BubTar up from school and stopped by the toy store to let her choose her own toy in an attempt to salvage her poor disappointing morning, and because all she is getting from us this year is boring old clothes. We spent a good hour wandering around before she settled on one of those cheap balls from the big bins. A blue one. We happily marched towards the check out where she saw the courtesy phone. She WANTED the courtesy phone. BADLY. She went boneless and sobbed on the floor while I paid for her ball. Then she flailed and shrieked as we went to the car. It was so special and fun (except that it wasn't)!

The reason my poor child woke up to such a disappointing morning is that I have been entirely swamped for a couple days now. I spent all day and all night (minus eating and such) Wednesday studying. I did no chores. I did nothing, really, outside of studying. I had a wicked case of writer's cramp because unfortunately for my arm, I retain information best when I make myself write things out. I think I wrote 20 pages out front and back, along with accompanying note cards. Then Thursday we woke up and went to the hospital for KayTar's genetics and neurology appointments. We were there for 6 hours (thank God for the note cards, because I was able to study on the go!). I got home just in time to honk the horn for Josh to come retrieve KayTar from her car seat and rush to school for my exam. (oh, I so nailed it. NAILED IT!) Then I got home, tossed in a load of clothes so we all wouldn't be sans-clothing today and tried to relax. Unfortunately, although I've been very, very busy, life hasn't stopped. What is up with that? Everyone keeps right on dirtying clothes and living in the house and so forth and now I'm way behind. So my wee girlie woke up and was clearly disenchanted with the lack of birthday-esque hoopla. She's never had a birthday that she understood, and I didn't expect it and even if I had, well, the time just wasn't there. In any case, she had expectations that I clearly failed to meet. So I worked my rear off this afternoon to get a few things out of the way so that after nap time, she'll wake up to something a bit more exciting. Nothing major, we'll just have pizza (one of the foods she gets excited about, generally) for dinner and we'll let her open gifts from us. Tomorrow is her actual party (thankfully not at our house, because I surely don't need extra bodies to clean up after) and I daresay it is sure to be a hit this year. What a difference a year makes.



Oh, and my Bloglines is faithfully reminding me of just how LITTLE blog reading I've been doing lately. I'll be visiting sometime this weekend for sure. I'm still drowning in the to-do lists around here and so until I square a bit of that away, I've no time for reading. Responsibility. Bah.