Quick note: I began working on this post shortly before hearing about the recent horror in Orlando. I put it aside and started composing another "What Kind of World is My Niece Growing Up In?" post but decided that the answer to that question is painfully obvious, and the answers to the many questions about how to deal with it are either still being formed or too contentious for this blog. I'll just remind everyone that all those other people you see around you have the exact same rights you do -- and always remember to tell the people you love that you love them when you get the chance because you might never have another chance to tell them.
This is a short post because it's as much about me as the Pipsqueak... but I like sharing milestones with y'all.
We had a nice, low-key celebration of my birthday back in March, unusually on the actual date (the 5th). There was no big party or tons of people in the house, just some nice time shared with my immediate family.
|An edible bouquet made a very nice centerpiece during lunch --|
and was a great dessert after we had some brownie cake!
|Mom wisely went with "one to celebrate and one to grow on" instead of the|
massive conflagration that would've resulted from one candle per year of age...
And, just to make sure there's still some Pipsqueak content in this post, here's a photo I took as she & AJ prepared to head back home. Miri had begun trying "big girl" shoes in February, and I was happily surprised to see her putting on regular lace-up sneakers as opposed to the usual Velcro models she's worn since she came home. As is common with my niece, she tied one shoe and then decided she'd done enough & Mommy had to do the other one for her because she was "too tired" to do it herself. (It's cool; this is actually a joke with her 95% of the time and not the kind of problem that it might sound like.) You can see she's providing Mommy with specific instructions on how to complete her assigned task correctly -- thus reassuring one & all that it truly is Miri sitting on the stairs and not some other kid hired for the picture.
Oh, and I have another semi-Pipsqueakism... Miri is one of those people who goes around singing all the time. She'll usually make up her own words & melodies, but sometimes we'll get (her version of) popular music she's heard somewhere. It was sometime around my birthday when we noticed her singing something that had apparently started out as "The Star-Spangled Banner," so Grandma gave her an impromptu lesson on what a national anthem was, how it was used, etc. When asked if she knew what our national anthem was used for, Miri thought quietly for a moment with a perplexed expression, then smiled and said, "BASEBALL!" :-)
PS - I'm trying to post more often so I can catch up and stay more current in the future -- but lately my laptop's had other ideas so I may "disappear" for a few days sometime soon to do a complete wipe and reinstall of the operating system & all my applications, widgets, files, and stuff.