One week ago Poppy turned five.
(Is it just me or does it seem like I was posting about her last birthday just a month or two ago?)
Additionally – trying to look on the bright side of this kids-getting-older thing – it is easier for me to remember my littlest’s ages now.
Jude is 8, Shep is 7, Vivienne is 6, Pop is 5 and Lula is 4.
Unlike last year, the birthday girl did not request another handmade crown.
Or a photo shoot atop a pony.
She did, however, request a very particular birthday meal.
In fact I suspect she’d been pondering this question for weeks because when I asked her what she wanted to have for dinner, a week before her big day, she spouted off a full menu without even taking a breath in between food items.
Hot dogs and hamburgers.
I know I asked for hot dogs as my chosen birthday meal when I was a kid.
And I imagine my mom was just a relieved. My older sister, on the other hand, requested filet mignon.
Poppy said the best part of her big day was getting a long-awaited LeapPad – “long-awaited” meaning she’s been wanting it for more than 3 months.
Next best part? She’s *that much* closer to going in the big kids class at Sunday School.
Because this girl is ready-freddie to get out of the Pre-K class.
Watch out world.
Today she’s five and asserting her readiness to run with the big kids.
Tomorrow? Who knows.
Just awfully grateful I get to be on the sidelines cheering her on.