Looking back at pictures of last year, I can already see the stark evolution of baby fat melting away to yesteryears and a long, lean face smiling back at me. 'They'--all those well-meaning grandmas, moms to teens, and random strangers--they all tell you the years whip by. They tell you to cherish the good and bad. They tell you it all goes by so fast. It does. It is not suppose to you when it is YOUR own daughter, but it does.
I see my dear friends with growing baby bumps and infants on their hips, and I think THAT WAS JUST BLAKE! Yes, the words literally are shouting themselves at me.
Five. I mean seriously I was just weeping into Bobby's arms at the OBGYN thinking we had lost our baby, only to hear the sweetest sound of Blake's persistent heartbeat. We were just in multiple ultrasound appointments to try, oh so desperately try to see Blake's spine. We were just in the hospital having been handed a screaming, very Asian, very hairy newborn. We were just staring at each other in wide eyed wonder, Bobby verbally stating what we were both thinking, 'they are actually just going to let us take her home?!!'
Over the past five years, our darling daughter has given us our fair share of smiles, tantrums, love, more tantrums, meltdowns, giggles, dances, paintings, crafts, more paintings, a few more epic public meltdowns, the most incredible witness of sibling love and care, and maybe a handful of cry-rests over having to go potty in public restrooms. I have seen her extreme shyness morph to confidence. 6 months ago she was in tears over attending dance and now she made a micro performing team!
As of late, the way the girls uses her hands when she talks, it is nothing short of hysterical and oh so her Italian genes at work. She loved the paint the second we first put a paintbrush in her tiny hands, and that is going strong. Man, can she color in the lines, way better than me! And every painting, every drawing, is always done for a particular person. She comes out in the craziest, yet totally workable, outfit creations. Pink stripped leggings, tiered tutus, fuchsia polka dotted long sleeve shirts under short sleeve shirts (in the middle of 110 weather mind you), black boots, and a headband.
She also become the most sassy little photo poser! Leg pops are most common.
This past school year, we always received positive reports... and then one day, Mrs. Foster pulled me aside with a look of concern and amusement in her eyes. There was a scissor incident.
Blake and her friends Lucy were cutting some crafts when all of the sudden the teachers heard Blake chanting "cut it! cut it!" as if she was at a Frat party encouraging a chug-fest. Blake's little friend admitted she cut her own hair, Blake admitted she did not cut her own hair, would not cut her own hair, but had encouraged Lucy to! Ahhh... we had a scissor safety talk, but man, it was so hard not to laugh through it all!
The past few months, Blake and Ryker have really started to play WITH one another, rather than just side-by-side. Hearing Blake's motherly tone, her firm instructions, and her ability to dress her brother up in her bright satin red Minnie Mouse dress, a purple crown, and high heels is uncanny, and frankly awesome.
How can I really summarize all that is Blake? For those that know and love her, well, we just know Blake is Blake.
Yesterday was Blake's birthday party... her little social list of dear friends has grown so long we had to cut it down to just the girls this year... and even so we had 14 energetic, giggling, screaming, but truly sweet and well behaved girls in our house for a Monster High themed party. I loved how one of my childhood friends who attended with her own two daughters and I were talking about Monster High and how Jessica said "this is just so Blake." It truly was all her. Spunky, a little edgy for a typical five year old, but at its core sweet and all about friendship. And cake. Most assuredly about the cake as well. "The cake was my favorite part of the day mom!!" Blake told me several times.
Tonight as I was tucking in my newly crowned five year old, thinking about how grown up she has become, she then brazenly flipped out over not having a particular set of pillows. And the blanket wasn't on her "the right way!!!"
Alas, in moments of her over-tiredness, I do see a very tiny, very little girl still in need of her mama, patience, love, discipline and most needed tonight... sleep! And this tired mom is very happy to give her all of the above.
Happy Birthday my little peanut! I love you super!
PS To my sweet Blakers, mom wrote this primarily for you to read some day. Mama is very tired tonight. So if there are huge grammar errors, and giant gaps in memories, bear with me, but know I LOVE YOU TO THE MOON and BACK. So very proud to have had the last five years to call you my own and be your mom.