When you are out and about anywhere in the Central Valley and you happen to see this beautiful child,
DON’T...I repeat, DO NOT call her a boy. She is going to throw some serious shade your way and will call you out.
But I’m a girl, Mom!, she loudly proclaims as you pass by.
Seriously people! A ruffled blouse, jeggings, pink loafers with glitter?!
Oh well! Random strangers can say the stupidest things, I guess.
I’m sorry, Fallon. For what it’s worth, your mommy and aunties often were mistaken for adorable boys too…even when they were three years old and sometimes wearing the most feminine of dresses.. Except for Abby. For some reason, your Auntie Abby was rarely mistaken as a little boy. Abby had curly eyelashes and everyone knows little girls have curly eyelashes. Then again, Daniel has curly eyelashes too…and people often commented that he was a beautiful baby girl. Yeah, random strangers make stupid observations sometimes.
You keep giving them the side eye, fancy girl.
Overheard under The Big Top:
Daniel: You know Mom, when you are a teenager and a boy you eat a lot.
Daniel: Yeah. And you poop a lot…and fart a lot too.
Sidelined the last five days with gastroenteritis, she has proven to be the most devoted caregiver always by my side.
It’s a sacrifice as you can see.
But one afternoon, home alone with just my devoted caregiver, I realized that the odds of her getting me something to drink is pretty much slim to none. So I stumble out of bed.
What are YOU doing out of bed, she demands with her glaring eyes.
Well, I don’t see you bringing me tea and toast, I hiss at her as I crawl back into bed.
Whatever, she snorts back.
She actually did snort as I said that to her while getting back into bed.
I am no longer the mother of a child.
I’m kind of glad that I have been sidelined the past four days with an ugly, ugly stomach bug because I haven’t really had time to really feel all of the emotional feels going on with the reality that my baby boy is THIRTEEN!!!
But factor in the usual emotions that roll around every year just in time for his birthday when I think about his precarious beginnings, yada, yada, yada. Yeah, I know, I talk about all of that too much, as most parents of 1lb babies who survive past their first birthday do. Daniel knows too well. He mostly appreciates it too. But today he is thirteen and he’d much rather do what he wants on his thirteenth birthday as most teenagers want to do.
Yeah, as much as he won’t admit it, he was probably glad that mom has been sick.
Every chance he got he told me that today was the best birthday because this is thirteen.
Happy birthday my beautiful, wonderful, miraculous son!
Your dreams come true as she kneels down to give you the most perfect warm hug as only a Snow Queen can because she learned from the best snowman ever.
She kind of took my breath away too in her Snow Queen costume and her impossibly teeny-tiny waist just like Elsa’s!
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