Time flies and I’m not happy about it. I’m never happy about it but I’m most unhappy on a child’s birthday. I’m even more unhappy about it when it is an oldest child’s birthday or a youngest child’s birthday. (Sorry RJ and Chris, you two don’t make me nearly as grouchy as your siblings – but everybody knows that.)
Yesterday, was E’s birthday. She is eight. And I hate it. Children. They should not grow up.
On the otherhand, it’s E and her birthday cupcakes for school that launched the weekly Cupcake Topper posts so that is a good thing. I enjoy all of my cupcake topper visitors, very much. I don’t, however, enjoy shopping for E’s cupcake toppers every year.
After last year’s fiasco, I swore we would not wait til the last minute to buy cupcake toppers. I mean, geez, I think about cupcake toppers every single week. You’d think I’d be organized enough to have this taken care of. But no, I only dream of being organized (You larger families people can stop laughing). Instead, I’d rather hobble around Michaels and Factory Card Outlet on a bad sprain and ponder the lack of mini flocked animal cuties. They were such a hit with E (and the dog) last year that she requested them again. She was out of luck.
We were torn between a) Discovery safari animals (umm no) or horses (umm if we have to) b) some “finishers” that were adorable (but TW rightly mentioned that they look like candy and she was concerned about the kids trying to eat them) c) mini butterflies (which I thought were awesome) d) mini jointed teddy bears (that TW liked but I hated) e) mini hedgehoggy looking animals (but they weren’t hedgehogs, just spikey like hedgehogs) f) cat erasers (blah).
We ended up with the cat erasers and E was happy. Or she seemed happy with them this morning when TW dropped them off. I swear, either the child isn’t having anymore birthdays or I WILL BE PREPARED NEXT YEAR. Or, it will be like every year. My bark is worse than my bite.