What kind of day is it?
Every morning when Emily wakes up, she greets me with the following phrase — “Hey, do you know what kind of day it is?” The answers range from “Messy Art Day” (my personal favorite) to “Fun Play Day” to “Go to the Beach Day” or (Lord, help me) “Build a Treehouse Day”, all proclaimed with equally annoying delightful squeals of enthusiasm. For the most part, I enjoy indulging her requests as much as possible for two reasons: 1. There is something about her zest for life that persuades me into doing just about anything. and 2. Childhood is such a fleeting stage and I’m trying desperately to make the most of it.
“Today,” Emily proclaimed, “is Dolly’s birthday!” Hmmm… an excuse to bake cupcakes? and sing songs? and have a party on an otherwise dreary rainy afternoon? Well, you don’t have to twist my arm!
We made party hats and invitations.
The cupcakes were lovingly decorated.
And cupcakes were enjoyed by all.
Dolly, you little piggy, you!
