Though she'd want you to know that she's not actually eight until 11:54 tonight. But it's her birthday regardless. And that means dinner at the Lobster Shack (because they make the best grilled cheese sandwiches, obvs), and a bouncy house party later this week, and that's all very exciting.
What amazes me, though, is how very little she requires to fuel her marvelous version of reality. When asked what she wanted for her birthday, she thought for a while and said, "Another episode of the Power Puff Girls?" because they're not on Netflix. And when a girl has access to the local public library and Netflix and one's house is full of cardboard boxes and tape and Sharpies and colored pencils and pens -- really, what else is needed, or desired?
Here are some of her created objects from just the past two days at home:
|Go-Kart. Note booster seat-enabled caboose.|
|Go-Kart front bumper. (Who taught her to write|
"Bow-chicka-wow-wow"? NOT ME.)
|Unicorn sailing ship with a very long name|
incorporating "Dawn Treader."
Sometimes I think she deserves a mother more like her -- someone whose imagination is equally wild and on fire -- but then, perhaps I'd contaminate her. Mostly I try not to overthink it, just relax and enjoy and appreciate and be grateful for having her in our lives.
Happy birthday to your eight-year-old. May she imagine and create throughout a long and sparkly life.ReplyDelete
she's EIGHT? holy cow. that means I have been reading your blog since i was NINETEEN YEARS OLD. that's terrifying.ReplyDelete
Happy birthday Mali!