Three years ago, I went to my parinatologist appointment a month from my due date. Dr. Pan told me I was having my baby that day, and to go home and return to the hospital immediately. I called Dr. Thein to see if I could postpone my delivery until after “Back to School Night” — I mean, I was the room mom.
The next morning, on 10-4 (I loved the date) I had an emergency C-Section after my baby was too tired to cruise the birth canal.
At 5:37 am, I didn’t know it at the time, but my life had just hit it’s quota on personality, because we welcomed Pippi Sue Denison (middle name legally changed to Pizzazz (in honor of Nonnie), after Micah said he wasn’t having a hillbilly as a daughter).
She was rushed to a four hour, blood-exchange-transfusion surgery, and never looked back after that.
And now, three years later….we get to celebrate the cutest, most theatrical, most opinionated, teeniest little girl, who thinks she is turning sixteen today!
Our three year old wasn’t able to to agree on what I thought would make a cute picture.
She insisted on her version!
HA!!
The day started out by her sneaking out of her tent, and singing “Happy Birthday to ME!!!”
Then she opened up her “Wittle Cwitters”.
She played with her little critters all morning long, and played house with them, she rocked her baby, she even put them in “teem out”.
She then went to the farm with Grandma and great Grandma, and had a blast.
Afterwards, we had dinner and cupcakes — and presents!!
She loved the chocolate that Scout gave her, and even paused opening presents to eat it.
She loves all things dolly right now, and was excited to get a princess.
She was darling while she opened her presents.
She kept saying, “Thank you so much mommy, I loooove this”.
I wanted to keep giving her more and more, because she loved everything she got so much.
The only hiccup came when she saw her cupcake…
I think she was surprised to only count three candles.
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Happy birthday Doo Dah…..you are truly one in a million.
Dash got the tennis trophy today, for winning the final game of the practice. He gets to take it home for a week. They also gave him the choice of having an Otter Pop, but he chose the trophy. I congratulated him after, and oohed and aahed over the trophy. But after, I told him that he should pick the Otter Pop next time, because they are so yummy. (And that way, I won’t have to track that trophy all week, and have to remember to return it.)
This morning, Scout said he felt sick in his tummy. I thought it was a ploy, so I said, “Fine, I will help you make your bed…but hurry up”. He slowly walked over, and as we were pulling up the coverlet, he ran to the toilet and threw up. Opps.
Needless to say, Scout wasn’t making it to school.
In honor of some one on one time, that we rarely get, I told Navy to put the pedal to the medal, and we could make it to I Love Bagels for a morning date.
She was ready in .3 seconds!
She ordered her favorite — a breakfast sandwich on an Asiago bagel + chocolate milk.
I sat across from her, and we talked for about 20 minutes all about handball, and the different hits you can make.
I compared notes from my handball days, and apparently, I am completely outdated.
She didn’t know what a “popcorn” or a “waterfall” was.
It was my kind of morning.
Britni said she was playing with some new filters on her phone and sent me this rad picture. I know it wasn’t that long ago that we went to St. George, but this was so nostalgic to see. Especially against the hectic routine we are in during the school year.
But when she sent me this picture from the Doublewide days, I got really nostalgic!
I can’t imagine how bad my nostalgia will be in 20 years.
This is Pippi’s face, when I tried to explain that tomorrow is her birthday, and she is going to turn three.
Her look of confusion is because she has been telling people, when they’ve asked over the past year, “I’m thirteen”.
She is dead serious, although I don’t know if it really computes in her head.
But according to her, she is definitely 13.
So after our big discussion, I asked her how old she will be tomorrow, and she matter-of-factly replied, “I gonna be 16″!
Either this girl is trying master her diva pose.
Or, was she just annoyed that I was taking a picture of her?
Maybe it was a little of both.
I sprayed some “Honey Spray” into Pippi’s throat, because she was saying that it was really sore.
Apparently, she liked the taste, because I caught that little weasel trying to get drunk from that spray.
Needless to say, I put it up onto way higher ground.
But her slurred speech, from her tongue being numb, was pretty comical.
I LOVE General Conference.
I love the speakers, the music, my kids playing with Legos, and all of us trying to hear key words to get more points in our rad Conference game!
Nice work to Navy who beat out Scout by one point, and Dash by three points.
Micah took the boys this afternoon, and I took the girls. When he thought I should have been home, he texted and asked where I was. I sent back this picture, and asked him to guess where we were. He said he looked and looked, but had no idea. So Scout then asked to give it a try. He took a half-second look, and immediately said, “Oh…they are at the Japanese Dollar store next to Cafe Rio”.
Nice work my little sleuth.
He was right on the money.
The girls and I hit up Cafe Rio, and then the Japanese Dollar store for treats!
Micah said he was going to run the Dana Point Harbor stairs, so we joined his neck of the woods.
We parked and walked up the stairs with a few things to enhance our own fun.
Then we shot bows and arrows.
We climbed and hung from trees.
And an hour later, we packed up and headed out.
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