Wow! Six weeks sounds like a decent amount of time - it's 42 days, right? Well, not when you factor in something else called life ... I remember when Q turned two, I only had six weeks left of being pregnant with The Bee ... it didn't seem like eternity, but it didn't exactly fly by, either.
Fast forward two years ... in the span of six weeks we had: Q's 4th birthday, Mother's Day, then Gracie's 5th birthday, then Father's Day and then The Bee's 2nd birthday. Add in two weeks of no fence along the road, which eliminated a lot of backyard time, and a missing kitchen floor for almost a month, and you have the last six weeks of our lives.
Any hoo ... Q is already looking ahead to being five, and The Bee will tell you that she is four. If you ask her if she might in fact, be two, she says, "No. Foh." and holds up four fingers. This may be the pattern for the rest of her life.
So now we are getting ready for the 4th of July - another birthday, this time, America's. I think we'll make a birthday cake tonight for tomorrow. We'll start instilling a bit of patriotism early at our house.
And, we've also had a lot of Papa going on. Papa Florida was here (showed up unexpectedly at our house on Father's Day as a surprise to me), built a sandbox with some help from Q, and then left the next day. Then, my Dad (Poppy Michigan) came down from Michigan for the day, had dinner and then left. And now, Papa Florida just called, he's on his way back here, will have dinner, stay the night and then head back to Florida tomorrow morning. Needless to say, the kids are having a blast. It's just hard having the grandparents so far away ... on a number of levels, but especially the my kids are in Illinois level. More on that later when I'm not so weepy about it.
Off to make a batch of brownies for the road trip home ...
Happy Birthday America!
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