Wil and Willow celebrated another day of birth yesterday, a year of living. Wil went fishing after a few hours of work and Willow went to school equipped with chocolate chip cookies for everyone and scratch and sniff stickers. When asked how old she was she would say, “I’m three, four, five, six” while concentrating very hard on putting up the right amount of fingers. As I was driving around town to get the cupcakes and balloons, I recalled her birth story and the first few hours of her life. We were so sure we were having a boy that we had only picked out the one girl name. Now, I can’t imagine a life without my spunky girl. She enters the three’s full of song and dance, full of hugs and cuddles, and full of tantrums and laughter. I’m holding on to the way she says words (Cwacka= Cracker) and the way she says “no” first to everything and then in a heartbeat will change her answer. Soon, those endearing qualities will turn into new talents.
After taking Lilly to open house so she could show me around her classroom, we feasted on crab legs and cupcakes. I discovered that Willow does not like cupcakes. I was forced to finish her somewhat gnawed heap of chocolate. Someone had to do it because there was no wasting these gems. Then, we did a scavenger hunt for the gifts which Lilly was manically excited about. So excited in fact that she wasn’t making much sense before the hunt and then after she fell apart into a crying mess.