A few days before Livvie's birthday, I asked her what she wanted to do on her special day.
Her answer: noisemakers, a princess cake, and the park. And mac-n-cheese for supper.
The girl is still easy to please.
On her birthday, she woke up and ran out to me (as usual), asking, "Is it my birthday yet? Am I four?"
Imagine her delight when I could finally tell her, "YES! You are four now!"
The girl was African American. But it was good to see that Livvie didn't care.
Either that, or she has no idea what "twins" means.
Olivia skipped her nap and played quietly, happily, all afternoon. At one point she came and found me, asking, "Mommy, is it still my birthday? I'm still four, right?" ("Yes, Olivia, you're still four.") "Actually, I'm almost FIVE!"
For dinner, it was all of her favorites: mac-n-cheese, broccoli, and grapes, with chocolate milk.