Five and Counting

Well, it’s happened. (A few months ago, but we’re going to ignore that part.) My little girl is now 5.

She’s exasperating. She frustrates me to no end sometimes. She’s stubborn. She’s hilarious. She is so cute and so sweet.

And, most importantly, I adore her.

She definitely adds the drama to our household (her new babysitter has 5 boys, and they aren’t used to so much emotion. “She cries a lot,” one of her sons told her about Sarah. Yes, yes she does.) and while she is so much more work than my boys, she is my girl. She makes me laugh more than she makes me cry.

I can’t imagine our family without her.

Her birthday is in July, and we partied. One of her requests for her birthday was to have a cake with flowers on it. Grandma Lawrence came and, really, outdid herself for Sarah’s cake. It was fantastic. Sarah was so very happy.

We partied with both sets of grandparents and she loved the fact that she was now 5. She especially loved blowing out the candles on her cake and having us sing to her.

She loves opening her presents (she’ll even give you plenty of “presents” during regular days as well), but probably her favorite was the one she got from her cousins. They gave her a little play kitchen and I don’t know how many hours she has spent over there playing with it. (Ryan likes it too.)

Ryan had fun with the paper.

And Sarah did, too.

Our cat was interested in the paper, too. Who knew it was so popular?

Sarah insisted on playing with her toy pizza food (another gift from cousins) and she fell asleep with it on her lap. She’s so adorable.

I love my Sarah. Happy birthday, sweet Sarah.

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