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progress has been made on every front.

the birthday was excellent. after a big day at school (there was a play! she had a line! every kid was supposed to wear white shirts and jeans and she came to school in a fuschia dress! i pretty much rock as a mom!) and dinner of her choosing (plain buttered spaghetti and cottage cheese. yeah, i know. you should have heard the husband and me suggesting other possibilities - “Greek food - you like pita, right?” and “How about pizza?” “The all-you-can-eat chip bar at Don Chilito’s sounds good, doesn’t it?” but the girl knows her own mind, so there we sat eating what we already have at least twice a week.) then a flurry of excitement over the small gifts that (gulp) make her look so on-the-way to growing up. a new watch (indiglo!) on that pale, thin little wrist, a sparkly vintage Helly Kitty tee (i so want one).

i am such a cliché, but i get mistier at every birthday. and to think i used to make fun of my Aunt B. for crying through Hallmark commercials and Little House episodes. take it from the chick who mocked sentimentality for decades: all that sarcasm comes back to bite you on the keister. hard.

the pencil rolls for tonight’s party are nearly finished. a trip to the fabric Box Store was made yesterday for bias tape and batting (because i must always do things the hard way, lori) and some baby soft brown and turquoise corduroy may have leapt into my cart. and a few patterns. but that’s it, i swear.

yet to make the cake (from a box, of course. the last from-scratch cake i made was for the oldest son’s first birthday party, some banana/walnut/cream cheese confection that was 5 layers high and had me feeling very Martha-smug for about a month, or until i found out i was pregnant with baby number two) so that’s up this morning. in fact, they’re reading the box right now and asking me who Betty Crocker is, so i’d better skedaddle.

and so i exit nablopomo with a whimper and not a bang. it’s been fun and i’m glad you’ve been around to share. as previously discussed, i am up for making changes. please note the conversational tone and mundane-heavy content of this post.

see ya ’round, my sweets.

xxxx,

me