Sweet Katie . . .
Five years ago today I traded my vision of a glamorous birth for a smurf hallucination and 35 hours of labor. You were worth every moment.
Today, on your fifth birthday, I celebrate the way you defend baby chickens from bullies, provide moral support any time I use the neti pot, and take photos of people taking photos of you.
Just for a little fun, let’s switch things up a little this year. Rather than reflect on 1095 moon trips around the earth and your life according to Twitter, today we’ll take a peek into mama’s “scrapbook” – aka Facebook. Oh, and just for a few extra giggles I’ve included a cameo of **someone** doing a wonky funky chicken in your birthday video.
Now, Your Life In Status Updates
“Trying not to take it personally that Katie calls me ‘meDOOM’ instead of ‘madame’ . . .
Katie: Mommy did know the sun is a star?
Me: Yes, I did! How did you know that?
Katie: From the vegetarian. [ahem, planetarium]
Katie: “Mommy, can I wear a dress today?”
Me: “No, honey. We don’t wear dresses out in the country because we get really dirty when we play.”
Katie: “Well, the Mennonites do.”
Katie just found a medal in one of my drawers and looked at me like, “Mama, you didn’t tell me you were an OLYMPIAN!!”
Me: “So sorry to disappoint you dear, but mama received that for being a scholastic nerd : /”
Me: Katie, no jumping on the bed.
Katie: I wasn’t jumping. I was LANDING.
And Because I Can’t Help Myself, A **Few** Photos . . .
I love you, Katiepotamus! Happy birthday!