(Forgive the verb tense confusion and general time lapsing, it takes me more than a day to cobble together the time for a post these days.)
Amongst the rough patches of going back to work (although mostly it's been great, I have to say), I scheduled Shmoogie's birthday party for Monday afternoon, and didn't realize until Friday that my new office switches out the Columbus Day holiday (which is now Indigenous Peoples Day where we are, btw) for an extra day at Thanksgiving. Whoops!
I'm taking a few hours of leave so I'll be there and Mr. Right is handling the set up. The cake is delicious (at least, the cake alone is delicious and the frosting alone is delicious and so I am confident the combination will be, too). Mr. P helped make a pinata (we started planning Lord Garmadon — the requested party theme was Ninjago — but then he suggested "the Overlord" because it would be easier; amorphous whispy face instead of incredibly complicated Lego minifigure - he was right).
Mr. Right created a treasure hunt while I was at work. And came up with activities like "ninja spinning" when the kids seemed unable to entertain themselves.
Ah yes, Shmoogie is another year older. And quite a year it has been for her! No longer the baby of the family, going to school (a "new"school in her mind, too; although the check goes to the same place, her classroom is in a different building) 5 days a week, and spending the afternoons with a nanny instead of me. Plus a new haircut, because she wanted bangs and wanted it all too short for her to chew on. That's a whole lot of change for a little person! So I try to be patient when she's weepy for "no good reason" (which she is, often) and impressed when she takes it all in stride, staying her own cheerful and confident self (which she does, most of the time). Five years old. Time sure flies.