The Birthday.

Brianne is my oldest daughter, and she just turned four.  For four years, she has been my little buddy.  Being the first-born, it’s equally as hard not to favor her a little than it is to be harder on her because I don’t know any better as a parent yet.  All in all, though, we’ve become best buds.  Hopefully, she’ll still feel that way when she’s a teenager.  I’m banking on a ‘No’ there, and planning on being heart broken when the time comes that she doesn’t want me around.  Although I have hope that she’ll remain my best buddy forever, my realism in the matter causes me to want to celebrate a little extra now, while she still thinks of me as her ‘best bud.’

The Birthday Girl at her Under the Sea Little Mermaid Party!

When Brianne asked me for a Little Mermaid party for her 4th Birthday, I was all in.  I loved that movie as a kid, and now she loved it.  Too cool.  Load that on top of a sentimental need to mark her birthday with the fact that I love to plan parties and you’ve got one heck of a birthday celebration for a four year old.  Call me crazy, and I probably am a little, but I LOVED every minute of planning Brianne’s Birthday party.  Most likely more than she did.  Her party became such an event, that we bonded just planning for it.

Best Little Mermaid cake, ever!

After scouring the Internet picking out ideas from other Little Mermaid parties and organizing them into a Pinterest folder, we began tackling one project at a time.  Passing out invitations at school that were rolled up like messages in a bottle.  Picking out decorations to make her party look like it was on the bottom of the ocean.  Grandma (this is where the gene pool comes into play) having an artist make a toddler sized stand up cut out of a mermaid for the kids to take pictures with …and showing up with boxes of ‘under the sea’ treasures to load in goodie bags for her friends. Not to mention the very talented friend of hers that made the most incredible Little Mermaid cake to match a picture Brianne picked out off the Internet.

When the day finally came, she and her best friend set up the games she had picked out …dolphin ring toss and fish bean bag toss …and planted the beach balls we had blown up for everyone to play with.  Meanwhile, I tasked my family and a few friends to attack the kids chairs with blue and green streamers to make it look like seaweed, while I set up the purple and blue colored table cloths, plates, and cups.  The paper lanterns acting as sea bubbles on the table was one of my favorite  ideas.  Brianne and her BFF covered the tables with Little Mermaid confetti and little plastic fish…and fish masks for each place at the huge kids table.   We even had The Little Mermaid movie playing on the wall in the background.  It was awesome.

Brianne and her BFF

It was as much fun to decorate as it was to watch the kids whip beach balls at each other when they showed up.  I have two girls, so I was definitely not ready for wrestling boys.  Add macaroni and cheese pizza and sugared up birthday cake to 25 pre-schoolers and madness ensued.  Brianne had to show all her friends what a good runner she was, and made 50 laps around her own birthday party.

One might say ….shoot, even I said …that this is what happens when you spend too much time on Pinterest.  Really, though, I would do it all over again in a heart beat.  Brianne loved everything, from her color coordinated outfit and tierra to match her party, down to the balloons and shell whistles.  She let all of her friends help her open her presents, and hugged each person after she opened her gift.  She’ll talk about that party all year.

We’ll all remember when my baby turned four. ( Which is great, because I’m not sure we’ll be hosting 25 pre-schoolers ever again!)  I self-admittedly get carried away with just about everything …but it sure does make for some great memories.  I hope that when Brianne looks back someday she’ll realize that all the effort is out of love for her.  It may appear that she’s spoiled …and she is …with my love.  I’d do anything for her…even make 30 marshmallow octopuses with candy eyes and legs for her birthday treat to take to school.  Hey, they’re only little once.  Bring it on, Pinterest.

Happy Pinning!

Megs

…and now …

April, 2019, and Brianne just turned 11. Though much has changed, she is still in love with ocean and The Little Mermaid. She wants to be a marine biologist, and we are still best buds. It is getting a little trickier as she grows up and reaches for independence, but I am still all in. I’m so grateful I started this blog to remember all of these moments, and glad I took the time when I had the time to “go big.” Time is speeding up, now, and she is almost as tall as me. She dreams big and works hard, and I love to encourage her. Brianne, most importantly, loves Jesus, which brings all who know her joy.

Happy 11th Birthday, to my beautiful ballerina, kind-hearted trumpet playing kiddo and future marine biologist.

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Sibling Rivalry

My little sibling peeps (Colleen and Michael) and me...back in the d-zay.

…And so it begins.  Sibling rivalry.  I have fresh memories of my siblings and our squabbles growing up.  Most of them ended in my brother tattling, “Mom!  The girls are teaming up on me!!!”  My personal favorite is finding out as a grown adult that my little sister WAS, in fact, stealing my clothes…I just could never find the proof because it was under the mattress of her bed…that she sat on as I rummaged through her room looking for evidence.  It’s fun to look back on that stuff growing up.  I’m sure their memories are full of me bossing them around…even my husband cracks up at old family videos of me telling them how to unwrap their own Birthday presents.

My childhood memories are so funny to me, that I have been anxiously awaiting the day my own kids to start hashing it out.  Terrible, right?  To wish that they would get on each others nerves a little rather than get a long swimmingly most of the time?  It’s backfiring on me, because that’s just what they do.  Three and one, and they are best buds.  Thankfully, even the very best of buds get into spats.

Brianne and Lauren...Best Buds

And so it began… at the sound of little Lo screaming…one that means she’s actually hurt, not just over-reacting (parents, you know what I mean)…followed immediately by Brianne’s defense- “MOM!!!!!  LO LO WAS BOTHERING ME!!!!”

Brianne rushes in at my beckoning to explain herself, stating that Lauren was bothering her….so she “scratched her up.”  (All I want to do is laugh, even just writing about this…side note-Lo had no scratches…)  After a brief stint in ‘time out,’ she agrees to come get me first the next time her sister is ‘bothering’ her.

I actually feel for Bri…she sees her little sister eating her chap-stick…or drawing with her pencils…or eating her erasers…or taking all her books off of her shelves…or taking all her Barbie’s shoes off… poor thing has to learn to have the will power not to hand out discipline to her little sister, herself.  It’s not going to happen.

The little one is an instigator, too.  Very good at setting her old sister up to flip out.  Running through the house proudly declaring “Bri’s Barbie’s!!!!” when her sister’s not paying attention.  Not only was my one year old born with comedic timing…but also a natural and instigating.  One afternoon, Brianne asked if she could play by herself in her room with the door closed.  When I ask her way, she states- “Because I very don’t want Lo antagonizing me.”

That’s funny stuff.  NOT as funny as it will be when ‘Little’ Lo can speak full sentences and physically retaliate with a tiny bit more force than she has now.  Though they get along most of the time…the times they don’t are going to be comic genius.

They already have a problem sharing a bathroom.  Big sister doesn’t want little sister anywhere near her while she’s taking care of business.  Wait till they go to get ready for school at the same time.  I already have one who sits at her vanity to put on makeup before pre-school everyday.  I am in for some kind of ride, I tell ya… and a lot more ‘scratching up’ between sisters.

Happy Squabbling…

Megs