Mighty had her resting bitch face on most of her birthday. Poor thing felt terrible. I heard her tummy gurgling and she was stinky, and whiny, but if she was outside? Totally content. I’m not sure if she smiled even once while we sang her happy birthday. I have to assume it’s because of the harsh antibiotics, otherwise; her fever is gone and she’s eating better. She was so clingy today I thought she was trying to get back inside my belly. She made preparing food more like an obstacle course… hanging onto my leg for dear life while I was moving from the stove to the cutting board to the sink. I’m definitely not complaining about it. I’ll take all the snuggles I can get while she’s offering. As I know one day she will be done with me.
Mighty could not care less about the celebration going on around her. We didn’t have a birthday party due to a series of unfortunate events leading up to her glorious day and I’m glad we didn’t because SHE COULD NOT CARE LESS. I have yet to actually have a birthday party for one of my children’s first birthdays. We celebrate, of course, with our family, but a full on party with invites, gifts, themes and color schemes, hell no. The child doesn’t remember nor appreciate the hard work that goes into his/her party and I’m not crafty or rich. It’s that simple. The only consistency on Famous, Slim, and Mighty’s first birthdays was the silly blue crown that they each wore while sitting in their highchairs, listening to their birthday songs. I like having a little tradition in my keepsakes, although Mighty was unimpressed.
Is that a smile I see?
Nope.
Not even a hint of a smile. The look on her face screams… “What the f*ck are you staring at?” She did LOVE her watermelon and coconut cream “birthday cake” though, which makes me happy because her sensitive tummy has never handled dairy well (through breastmilk) so I had to come up with something edible and treat-like and messy for her to destroy without it destroying her. Total success.
The closest thing to a smile from the birthday girl happened when she was outside. Maybe I perceived a smile… through her eyes…
Regardless of how the day went, it went. She’s one. year. old. And I’m super sad about her getting older. Babies aren’t babies long enough, in my opinion. And each milestone she passes is just another reminder of that fact. Hopefully she’ll be back to her glowing self soon.
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