They Say It’s Your Birthday!
I’m not entirely sure Indie knows what her birthday is but we started celebrating at 6:48AM on the morning of her big day by having a dance party in the living room to the Beatles’ “Birthday” song. I said, “Happy Birthday, Indie,” to which she replied, “Happy Birthday, Mom” as if it were a pleasant holiday greeting like “Merry Christmas.”
I tried not to stress internally as I observed her twirling around in her new dress and sparkly shoes on the day of her party that she’s growing up so fast but it does seem like she’s growing up rather quickly.
I mostly observe this in the way she talks. We were sitting at the table and I told her to do something, I can’t even remember what, something innocuous, like “Please take your head off the table, you’re getting milk in your hair,” and she replied, “I don’t think so, Mom, I don’t think so.” It made me laugh inside and think she had fast-forwarded to turning 12, not 2; that was startling.
But then she does things that remind me she still is 2 like fighting to put her coat on to go outside and five seconds later diving into the same coat because she’s now excited about going outside or for a ride in the car.
For this birthday, I got a few Sesame Street decorations and tried my hand at crafty Elmo cupcakes.
I think they were a hit with the party-goers, especially this one.
After Pin the Nose on Elmo and a Sesame Street pinata rained down candy and tiny dinosaurs and flower-shaped erasers, Indie gave her dad some video direction.
Boy, she is growing up, so so fast.