To a three year old girl life seems to be blissfully literal. Simple. Things mean just what they do and nothing else. And very few things are very important.
Birthdays are very important. As are Birthday Parties. So are any sort of costumes related to royalty, dancers, fairies and weddings.
Everything else in life somehow takes its importance from the above categories.
For instance:
"Eating fruits and vegetables help me grow into a beautiful princess".
"Can I get this for my birthday next year (& this, & this, & that, & this, & ........).
"I will finish all my food so I get really big and we can finally have my 4th birthday party".
Last week my parents, along with my sister and her beau descended upon Silicon Valley for Birthday celebrations. My sister's and mine. My girl's heart was seriously ready to explode with all the excitement around.
We had a lovely dinner celebration at Saha. She helped us blow the candles, and later told me that she had secretly made a wish too - for her birthday to come soon!
On Monday night, when the house was empty of its guests, Mr. Urban and my girl surprised me with another small birthday party, and more gifts and very sweet cards each had made/purchased, and cupcakes and candles. That night at bed time, my girl thanked me for giving her some of my "Bigger" cupcake and letting her blow the candles and make a wish....
On Tuesday we met my sister and her beau in Sonoma, for an always memorable meal at the Girl and The Fig and their selection of local wines. The meal ended with house made Cranberry sorbet and Profiteroles to die for. "Mommy, is it OK to have Junk Food?" she asked, spoon in hand, ready to dive into the rouge sorbet. "Well, its a special occasion honey." "Is it STILL your birthday?" her beautiful eyes as wide as can be. "Aha" I whispered guiltily.
On Thursday, my girl and I met a group of my girlfriends for brunch at Mayfield. The food was delicious and once again we indulged in a long meal. My friends came baring gifts wrapped in gorgeous hot pink and purple and green and elegant yellow roses wrapped old fashion style in newspaper and a blue ribbon... We both thoroughly savored each gift and its wrapping, right there at the restaurant!
When we finally got into the car two and a half hours later, my girl asked in the most serious tone "Mama, I want to know how to make my birthday be so many days long"!
I could tell she was real proud of her mama!
Birthdays are very important. As are Birthday Parties. So are any sort of costumes related to royalty, dancers, fairies and weddings.
Everything else in life somehow takes its importance from the above categories.
For instance:
"Eating fruits and vegetables help me grow into a beautiful princess".
"Can I get this for my birthday next year (& this, & this, & that, & this, & ........).
"I will finish all my food so I get really big and we can finally have my 4th birthday party".
Last week my parents, along with my sister and her beau descended upon Silicon Valley for Birthday celebrations. My sister's and mine. My girl's heart was seriously ready to explode with all the excitement around.
We had a lovely dinner celebration at Saha. She helped us blow the candles, and later told me that she had secretly made a wish too - for her birthday to come soon!
On Monday night, when the house was empty of its guests, Mr. Urban and my girl surprised me with another small birthday party, and more gifts and very sweet cards each had made/purchased, and cupcakes and candles. That night at bed time, my girl thanked me for giving her some of my "Bigger" cupcake and letting her blow the candles and make a wish....
On Tuesday we met my sister and her beau in Sonoma, for an always memorable meal at the Girl and The Fig and their selection of local wines. The meal ended with house made Cranberry sorbet and Profiteroles to die for. "Mommy, is it OK to have Junk Food?" she asked, spoon in hand, ready to dive into the rouge sorbet. "Well, its a special occasion honey." "Is it STILL your birthday?" her beautiful eyes as wide as can be. "Aha" I whispered guiltily.
On Thursday, my girl and I met a group of my girlfriends for brunch at Mayfield. The food was delicious and once again we indulged in a long meal. My friends came baring gifts wrapped in gorgeous hot pink and purple and green and elegant yellow roses wrapped old fashion style in newspaper and a blue ribbon... We both thoroughly savored each gift and its wrapping, right there at the restaurant!
When we finally got into the car two and a half hours later, my girl asked in the most serious tone "Mama, I want to know how to make my birthday be so many days long"!
I could tell she was real proud of her mama!
Hübscher als Blumen ,fein wie Feder.
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Danke Schon, Reza Jan!
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