"So how much is Barbie blown?" asked the harried Mom, before uttering "oh that sounded good" under her breath.
Replied the balloon lady, "Well, I wasn't going there, but since you did... she's $4.99. She's real cheap."
I was thinking about doing a gooey, sappy, happy birthday post for my little Diva, who turns six years old tomorrow. The thing is, I'm not exactly a sappy, gooey person in real life. Sure, I may come across that way sometimes on this blog - I've certainly posted some drippy, syrupy words around these parts.
The reality is that my girlie's behaviour isn't always the most deserving of the accolades that I wish I could shower on her everyday. She is still fully capable of the "meltdown in public places stunt", which she exhibited in full force a couple of weeks ago at Party Packagers while shopping with me for loot bags. We had already made a deal that this was still going to be about her - after all, these would be for her friends at her upcoming birthday party.
Upon entry into party junk mecca, reason, however, flew out the window. After I refused to buy her her 1 millionth stuffed Ty doggie, she unleashed an epic tantrum that had her snotty and gasping for breath. Even the promise of a free balloon from the store manager on the condition that she stop crying, did nothing to deter her. The Diva tossed her coat on the floor at the cash - the cashier looked at me with pity in her eyes. I dragged the screaming, bawling 5 year old sans coat into the winter night, to pick her brother up from soccer practice with no minutes to spare. A party time was had by all.
I lectured her in the van about what happens to little girls when they misbehave in the party store - that all they end up with is a 'BIG FAT ZERO".
That, my friends, is reality.
But then a few days later, driving in the van to a playdate with her best friend, chatty Diva brings up that same exact conversation.
"Mommy, I told Anna the joke you told me after Party packagers, when you were so angry with me."
I held my breath.
"I told her that my mommy made me laugh, when she said that all I got for bad behaviour was a BIG FAT ZERO!!!!! You're so funny Mommy, there's no such thing as big fat zero! Anna thinks you're a funny mommy too!"
On the eve of her 6th birthday, my little one is currently lying here next to me, dealing with a crappy cold that hit her yesterday and caused her left eye to swell like she went a couple of rounds with Jaden Smith in the Karate Kid (she totally could have taken him, actually). She's coughy and snotty for a different reason this time, and likely feeling stuffed beyond her toy bears. But she's not complaining. She wants to build the gingerbread house, and watch me make ginger crackles later - the operative word is "watch" because she doesn't want anyone else to get sick. She wants to help me wrap the presents. She's got Christmas spirit and then some.
She is a real trooper, this one. She's tough, she knows what she wants, and she lets people know it. All while being as sweet as her sweet tooth gauges her to be. She can be a pain to her brother, but then criticize me when I tell him to be more assertive on the soccer field (Mommy, he's trying his BEST!). She's got her Daddy wrapped around her little finger.
She still climbs up on my lap for spontaneous snuggles. Especially after she's been bratty.
The Man had a birthday last weekend. It wasn't a milestone, it wasn't a particularly special year. But it was a good birthday, because he was actually here to celebrate it with us.
He doesn't ask for much. In fact, he asks for nothing. Nothing except the love of his family.
And more patience from his wife.So these are trying times for him.
He gives so much. Sure, I have to remind him a lot to get things done, but he is a Man.
Guess what he did for me when I got home from my trip?
After a week alone with the kids, during which time in his laid back style he kept the household intact, and even managed to get the kiddos to the schoolbus on time on the Monday after he slept in until 8:16 (bus comes at 8:35)...
...he made an appointment for my van, took it to be serviced and had my snow tires put on. Totally unsolicited effort. It snowed like the Dickens the next day. I am convinced he's Superman (well, at least Kreskin, but Superman is way hotter...)
So I'm glad that I picked him up a few things for his birthday: