Zoe turned 5 today. Five!!! Five. Wow.
The day didn’t start too well, I was sitting with Hazel on my bed, and turned away, and down she went. Lesson for the day: if you find yourself saying to your baby, “Why don’t we put you on the floor so I’m not so nervous with you up here.” Then for the love of all that’s holy, DO IT! Thankfully she’s fine, other than sporting a pretty nasty bruise on the side of her face.
But back to Zoe’s birthday. Chris and I took her out to breakfast this morning. She got to take a cake to school, and then we went out with her grandparents for dinner. After dinner, we went home to open gifts. The funniest was how every present, she’d squeal and say, “ooh, it’s what I’ve always wanted.” Even when the gift was a box of books that she’d never know existed until a couple of weeks ago. Not to be outdone, Hazel chose this evening to take her first real steps that weren’t just moving her feet while falling.
In honor of Zoe’s birthday, I thought I’d do a bit of a retrospective…
At bedtime, I asked how it felt to be 5. “Nothing really changes that much when you have a birthday,” she told me, “you just get a little bit more attention.”