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Today is Ella's birthday. She's turning 3. OH. MY. GOD. She's the last of my babies, and I'm feeling incredibly old. I'm too sick to have a really big celebration tonight (although we're having one on Saturday for the whole extended family, so she's not missing much.) But despite the sick, I'm taking a shower later, pulling on some decent clothes, stuffing my purse full of tissues, and we're taking her out to Taco Villa. It's her favorite because she gets to eat cheesy rollups and then go next door to the Toy Store (it's a mom and pop place with upscale, educational toys) and look around to her heart's content. Her biggest birthday wish this year? Pink maracas. And actually, I think they DO have those. So, happy birthday, Ellie Belly. Happy, happy birthday, sweet girl.
Really, this week has been one of so many grown-up milestones. Carter started middle school. Macey's back to school shoes are the same size as MY shoes. Cole informed me today that he appreciates the lunches I'm packing for them, as they're "so much healthier." And now Ella's birthday. Old. Old. Old.
Today, in my email box, I got a newsletter from the school. Carter's very first school dance is next Friday. Again, with the OH MY GOD. He hasn't mentioned it. I'm anxious to hear his thoughts about it all. I wonder if he'll be a wallflower or if he might actually have fun? I dunno. Hard to tell. Either way, I'm sure he'll smile his way through it. He pretty much always does. I just pray that the middle school experience isn't TOO hard on him, ya know?
Macey is definitely starting to come around. There's not nearly so much attitude. I'm sooooo thankful that the super funk she was in seems to be mostly temporary. But, I'm not exactly holding my breath. We shall see.
Last night, Cole hugged me tight before bed. He thanked me for fixing their computer, and making a really good lunch for them, and being a really great mom. He never hugs me tight. The boys' hugs usually feel more like air hugs. So, it felt special. And for a minute, I felt more like his "real" mom than I ever have.
Well, that's all this sicky can think of to say. My head is spinning from the cold medicine, and I'm not entirely certain ANY of this will make sense. Oh well. Nobody's perfect. Especially when there is cold medicine involved.