Can it be that my first baby is four? Four is just so BIG, don't you think?
It's been a year of low-key birthdays, which is just as it should be with a new little baby in the house. So this weekend Zosia had her customary birthday tea date with Daddy.
And this morning we celebrated in style with chocolate chip pancakes in bed (delivered by Lily), a mama-sewn dinosaur birthday dress for both the birthday girl and her new dollie (little sister got a new dollie, too... I suppose this is one of the perks of being two), and a little camera for our budding photographer.
When I was picking out the fabric for Zosia's dress (with just my Lily), a sweet seamstress who was having hers measured next to mine, looked over and said "I love that fabric." I agreed, because how often do you find such a cheerful dinosaur print for your budding dinosaur enthusiast? As we were checking out she looked over and said knowingly, "It is hard to sew for a boy, isn't it?" I smiled politely and said yes and then started chatting about Hugo, not quite knowing why she brought that up, and only on my way home realized she had assumed my dinosaur enthusiast was a boy. No, no: a dinosaur dress. For my little girl who will walk up to strangers and starts listing off facts about the Euoplocephalus, because, you know, that is quite a normal thing to chit chat about, wouldn't you agree?
This afternoon it's ice cream at the pool with a couple of friends (bought from the pool: this is the ultimate special treat), and now we officially have a four year old.
Happy Birthday, Zosia! You are such a sweet gentle soul, and we think the world of you!