This amazing, peculiar, magical fairy-child turned 4 last week. I know nothing about middle children—both Pete and I had only one older sibling. Not that a child is only defined by her birth order, but she is a bit of a mystery to me, in the best way. She has a very sophisticated grasp of potty humor, can draw like no other, and is totally the smoother in the family—while being the most demanding at the same time. There is no one like her.
I made her a make-up bag. This fabric has been in my stash forever. I added some cosmetic pads, a variety of lip balms, some fingernail bling, tissues, a comb, and fanciful barrettes and other items to make her feel extra special. Her older sister took it in stride, but hers is coming very soon, before Christmas, because it was more popular than I realized. This was perfect for her because Delia is a girly-girl, which makes the WWF style smack-downs with her sister even more comical. The little party last week was a hit and she is one lucky girl (all my girls are) as seen by the gifts from melissa and emily along with everyone else.
Okay, we are getting our new house keys today! I am so excited. Next week is going to be insane. Packing, packing, and more packing. I guess I really have to face it now because I have been in denial. The girls' room is being painted very light pink tomorrow. Not by me, thank you very much.
