With Hazel at her Baby Daddy’s for her birthday weekend, Hollie and Ben decided a surprise party to welcome her home would be a great way to celebrate her now being a five year old.
A little underwhelmed, I know. In her defense, she was sick most of the weekend, which sucks. It sucks that when you are five and you are sick you can’t always be where you want to be…snuggled up with your François and Blue Blankie and your mommy as you should be when you are sick. It sucks even worse to be sick on your birthday. So Hazel seemed a little underwhelmed because all she really wanted at that very moment was her mommy.
Done!
Soon enough, she warmed up to celebrating being five because, after all, it was HER day!
and because some of her favorite people were there…
I wish I could hug and kiss her all over, not unlike the very first time I did on the day that she was born, but she is with “Daddy Jeff” today. Kind of seems unfair to me…if I was Queen of the Universe it would be different because I would declare it to be so as the Queen of the Universe does.. Alas, I am not. But I know today will still be a very special day for her…as will be Sunday when she will celebrate with her family and closest friends who all love her best and most.
Until then, happy, happy birthday my beautiful, blue-eyed, “blonde-strawberry” haired granddaughter.
And so with the countdown to five, Hazel has become just a little bit reflective, as soon-to-be five year olds do. Looking back through The Daily Hazel, Hazel is quite impressed that her Mima recorded so much of her first year of life. Now she is impressed! Ten years from now she will likely regard my faithful record of her early life as creepy. Nevertheless, Hazel has also noted that during the first year of her life she spent a lot of time sleeping,
looking at herself in the mirror,
and being kissed by her mommy.
That’s exactly true!
So much wisdom and she isn’t even officially five yet. We all just might be in a little bit of trouble here under the Big Top.
While everybody else is getting out of bed
I’m usually getting in it
I’m not in it to win it
And there’s a thousand ways you can skin it…
I confess you are the best thing in my life…
If it’s love
And we decide that it’s forever
No one else could do it better…
Then suddenly I hear something else…
Chirp…chirp…chirp…
I walk through the Big Top listening carefully…
Chirp…chirp…chirp…
Damn these smoke detectors!
Chirp…chirp…chirp…
Found it!
It’s in one of the kids’ bedrooms. No problem. I grab the step ladder and a 9 volt battery and (BOOM!) I replace it.
Chirp…chirp…chirp…
Seriously?!
Honey, can you please check the smoke detector in Daniel’s room. It’s chirping.
Now?! (it’s 9:45 at night, bedtime for someone who has to get up at 4AM)
Yes, now.
I replaced that battery two weeks ago.
Well I just now replaced the battery and it is still chirping. Maybe I put it in wrong or something else. Can you please check it?
:::grumble:::
Seriously, honey. I know you’ll have no problem sleeping through that chirping all night but I know that I won’t and neither will Daniel. Can you please just check?
So he checks…with a little bit more grumbling…but he does check and it chirps no more.
Thank you.
Yeah…
Where was I? Oh yeah…
If it’s love
And we’re two birds of a feather
Then the rest is just whatever
And if I’m addicted to loving you…
Getting ready for bed, my little ear worm is interrupted yet again. There’s a damp bath mat on the floor in front of the shower.
UGH!
Really, how hard can it be to pick it up and hang it over the shower door, I grumble to myself as I pick it up. I want to shout it and wake up my darling husband but…
And you’re addicted to my love too
We can be them two birds of a feather
That flock together
Love, love
Got to have something to keep us together
Love, Love
That’s enough for me…
For thirty years now we have been loving and annoying the hell out of each other. That’s a very long time…a lifetime…our lifetime.
If it’s love
And we’re two birds of a feather
Then the rest is just whatever
If it’s love
And we decide that it’s forever
No one else could do it better
And if I’m addicted to loving you
And you’re addicted to my love too
We can be them two birds of a feather
That flock together
Love, love
Got to have something to keep us together
Love, love
Got to have something to keep us together
Love, love
That’s enough for me
Hazel’s very best friend since pretty much birth turned five years old this weekend.
Amelia is six weeks older than Hazel. Yes, that means that Hazel is going to be five…in six weeks…OMG! But this weekend was Amelia’s celebration.
Best moment, besides the birthday girl glowing with five year old happiness and pride had to be when Hazel announced that her best friend was five years old. Trembling with overwhelming happiness she exclaimed, “Ame is FIVE! She is FIVE YEARS OLD!! I’m so happy for her!!!“
Turning five is a big, fat, happy deal just in case you didn’t know that already. Thanks to Hazel, I have been reminded of this truth.
OMG! HAZEL IS GOING TO BE FIVE YEARS OLD!! IN SIX WEEKS!!! YES, I’M SHOUTING BECAUSE, OMG!! HAZEL IS GOING TO BE FIVE YEARS OLD!!! IN JUST SIX WEEKS!!!
