Monday, September 20, 2010

BaNaNa iS SeVeN...LuCKY Me




Dear Banana,

I should have a fabulous blog ready to post that you can discover floating around in cyberspace one day when you have a little girl of your own, but unfortunately I do not. Your birthday party--a Luau theme, which included 16 other little girls and 3 boys, just Kicked. My. Butt. Seriously: I have felt better after a week long bender.

It began with getting ready for the party. When you discovered that every floral dress that you owned all of a sudden did not look tropical enough, and then it progressed to the deepest recess of Hades the bathroom mirror where I attempted to do your hair. I tried 4 different styles, trying to keep hold of your pony tail holder while you bounced up an down and whined that IT DIDN'T LOOK THE WAY YOU WANTED IT TO LOOK until I finally put the hairbrush down on the counter and you flounced out of the room in tears. After taking a few moments myself to try to stop my head from exploding calm down, I went to talk to you where you sat sobbing on your bed and you said: I CAN'T HELP HOW I AM ACTING THIS IS JUST HOW MY BRAIN WORKS.

And then you told me that you didn't want to get older and how you were worried that if you got older that nobody would ever be able to pick you up in their arms again. And so I sat you on my lap and tried to think of all the good things that came with getting older...and I drew a blank. Instead, I told you about how when you were younger you were the sunniest little girl and how you smiled at everything and loved everyone and how you were rarely unhappy. I told you how if everyone in the room was given a shiny diamond and you were given just a rock, that you would have smiled and been grateful and said something like: "I LOVE HOW BUMPY AND GREY THIS IS". I told you how your disposition was a gift to our family, a warm safe spot in the storm that sometimes surrounded your complicated brother, and how much we loved and valued your positive attitude.

And then I made you promise to never become a teenager.
And then you asked for a pony.

Daddy and I should have made a new slideshow for your birthday, but between making the cupcakes, creating tissue paper flowers and figuring out a limo route we were not able to--maybe later this week. Here you are again from last year.

We love you Banana- Happy Birthday. You will always be my baby girl.

Love Mommy

7 comments:

Jen said...

Okay...give me a sec so I can pick myself up off the floor after that post...that was beyond sweet and I really hope she said she can't help acting like that because it's how her brain works. I feel like that all the time.

Happy birthday Banana Girl!

Blue said...

Your cute banana is my favorite kid in all of new york city. and there are a LOT Of kids in new york city!

And I'd like to tell THE PEOPLE that everything you wrote about how sweet she is is true. I've personally witnessed it.

WIshing her the most magical wonderful happy year yet! She's one blessed chica to have you and The Kipster and CB as her family! ♥

Krëg said...

I think IKEA has ponies. But you have to assemble them yourself. And trust me, the instructions are NO help at all.

Sheila said...

Oh Happy Day Miss Banana -- Blue is right. After having witnessed many children in NYC, the best ones I know live at your house!

I hope you had a fantastic birthday luau!

Metalicious said...

Give that sweet ray of sunshine a hug and kiss right now for me!

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kristin said...

Aww shucks, HaPpY BiRtHdAy BaNaNa

And to Banana's mom, who had to do all the work and should have a party of your own! Or at least a vat of wine. :-)