Thanks to Haddie’s many well-wishers on my blog and on Facebook. Her 6th birthday was a magical one.
Note: I did not say her actual birthday party. I will write about that once I can muster up the strength to relive it. A summary?
25 kids= my nervous breakdown.
Hadley is still at a glorious age when even the simplest things delight her.
Well, with the exception of our recent trip to Glenwood Springs. We were admittedly spoiled during ski season and stayed in some gorgeous cabins and two-bedroom condos. When we walked into our hotel room at the Glenwood Hot Springs, she set down her luggage, looked around and proclaimed,
“Hmmm…kind of funny they don’t have a kitchen.”
This is her way of saying her future husband had better be wealthy.
That said, she is still delightfully unsoiled in the ways of the world. She doesn’t covet the best toys or clothes and I’ve never once heard her utter she is bored. Laughter, innocence and friends surround her as the world is her oyster.
Nevermind that the kid can’t fathom the thought of sticking one of those slimy sea urchins in her mouth.
Friends and family showered her with clothes, books and crafts. By far, her favorite was her gift from Grandma B: Twinkletoe shoes that she has been prancing around in all week. My friend Dana sent me this poem that fits the bill perfectly.
When I was One,
I had just begun.
When I was Two,
I was nearly new.
When I was Three
I was hardly me.
When I was Four,
I was not much more.
When I was Five,
I was just alive.
But now I am Six,
I’m as clever as clever,
So I think I’ll be six now for ever and ever.
by A. A. Milne
At 6 and almost 4, I have to same I am thoroughly enjoying my children. This has not always been the case.
See the entirety of my blog for sordid details.
And so my question for you is this: at what ages have you most enjoyed your children? What ages have been the most difficult for you?