Dear Tiller,
I can’t believe you are five! You and your brother are growing up so fast, and with this last birthday, I really feel like I have no babies. I am no longer a mom of young ones, or a “new mom.” I’m a veteran.
I just realized that i am also world’s worst Mom. I think i forgot to write a post about your fourth birthday. I just looked through all my 2009 birthday posts and I can’t find it anywhere. I haven’t written anything since you turned three.
I SUCK.
I am so sorry.
This one might be extra long then. . . a post for two birthdays!
Let’s see, where to start?
Well, you didn’t get into the lottery-funded pre-K at the elementary school where Rollie goes. It would have been nice to have you both at the same school, but then again, I tell myself that I get to spend three days each week having lunch with my girl. Yes, three, because the other days, you eat at school. You begged and begged to be able to stay for Lunch Bunch, and so we decided you could do that on Tuesdays and Thursdays. You were ultra-excited to have a lunch box to carry, just like your big brother. (His is Lightning McQueen; Yours is Disney Princesses, but then your grandma Johnson gave you a Tinkerbell lunchbag, too, so you have two. That’s good for me because I don’t always do dishes as often as I should.) You usually eat peanut butter and honey. Maybe carrots. You still love goldfish, although I’m trying to cut down on that kind of stuff.