1. C and James breakfast together, 2. Caroline feeds James, now she is 6. 3. C at her birthday party. 4. Cupcakes 5. James decides to get down and walk (first time!), since it seems to be a day for celebration. C's sixth birthday was on her first day of summer vacation, and she woke up bedazzled by all the sleep, strange for a Monday. She remembered straight away though, that it was her birthday and that she was the grand age of 6. Then she looked in the mirror, stared herself up and down and said, "But I don’t feel older. Am I bigger? Are my hands bigger than before?"
Six to C means being grownup, so she decided to be regally polite, and invited James to join her for breakfast at her red table. She even pulled out a chair and poured him some cereal so they could "dine" together. (James plays with cereal, rather than eating it, but as long as he stays in his chair, the flakes don't go too far).
While she breakfasted, we decided that for her birthday dinner she'd like knedlicky with a red sauce. She reassured me that it was easy, much easier than what Dada and I usually made and if I would just get some tomatoes and mash them up she was sure they'd taste fine on the dumplings. And she told me, confidentially, that it was really okay to buy the knedlicky in the store, almost no one made them from scratch any more.
Breakfast finished, and a little time left before our babysitter arrived and I headed to work, we squeezed in a reading from "Now we are Six."
So wherever I am, there's always Pooh,
There's always Pooh and Me.
"What would I do?" I said to Pooh,
"If it wasn't for you," and Pooh said: "True,
It isn't much fun for One, but Two,
Can stick together, says Pooh, says he. "That's how it is," says Pooh.
That's how it is, Mommie, said Caroline. And I gave her a hug and a twirl for being six and my girl.
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Happy Birthday to a very beautiful 6 year old (who must be very kind it's true, for inviting a tiny brother to dine with her,too.)
Did C send out a written invitation? Six is an emotionally mixed event. One welcomes the step towards adulthood but can't bid goodbye to childhood without a pang. Anyway, the very best.
And that's the way it is, said Mommie. Within 48 hr of the death of Walter Cronkite who made the sentence his own.
What great pics! Happy birthday to that big girl! :)
Sweet. What a perfect book to read to a bigger girl. How nice of James to join in the bigger fun by going mobile!
I enjoyed this post several days ago, but somehow managed not to comment at the time. Sheesh!
Happiest of b-days to your big six-year-old -- she looks like a very happy camper! And the Milne stuff brings back happy memories for me, as the Pooh books were my firstborn's LIFE at that age...
I'm very late to say Happy Birthday, she's probably nearly seven by now. Six always does seem special, whater it's because of AA Milne I'm not sure, or whether it's just the point where years and ages really start to make any sense. I remember mine, my mum, I think, or maybe my sister, wrote 'Lucy is 6' on the little blackboard in my bedroom!
Oh my gosh...you're back...and I almost missed C's birthday....
Happy birthday dear C!
Six!!! How fabulous.
Many happy returns to her! Sounds like she's enjoying her new status as a SIX year old!
This was such a happy, touching post---what lovely children you have! And what a a joyous summer you appear to be having----hope your August continues in a festive vein!
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