Deirdre is three. Hard to believe--
One little story about miss Daisy before I turn you over to the video. On Daisy's first birthday she pinched out her birthday candles while her three year old brother threw a conniption because he thought the honor was his. We all gasped about the burned baby but she was fine-- because that's just how Deirdre rolls. Blowing is for losers.
On her third birthday* we go to light the candle and sing happy birthday and Deirdre disappears into the basement and comes back with a candle lighter. You know, from her personal stash.**
Hard to believe this is the same kid two years later, right? Well, that's Deirdre. Independent, competent, sassy.
* Her first friend birthday-- which she asked for, planned and overall orchestrated with the help of pinterest. I kid you not. The kid was on fucking pinterest. "I said Fairy Pancakes!"
**Crap parents we are, we do not keep the fire starters in the play room.
One little story about miss Daisy before I turn you over to the video. On Daisy's first birthday she pinched out her birthday candles while her three year old brother threw a conniption because he thought the honor was his. We all gasped about the burned baby but she was fine-- because that's just how Deirdre rolls. Blowing is for losers.
On her third birthday* we go to light the candle and sing happy birthday and Deirdre disappears into the basement and comes back with a candle lighter. You know, from her personal stash.**
Hard to believe this is the same kid two years later, right? Well, that's Deirdre. Independent, competent, sassy.
* Her first friend birthday-- which she asked for, planned and overall orchestrated with the help of pinterest. I kid you not. The kid was on fucking pinterest. "I said Fairy Pancakes!"
**Crap parents we are, we do not keep the fire starters in the play room.
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