After 12 freakishly long months, Mollie’s birthday was upon us.
I snuggled my little baby that morning knowing she would be a toddler in only a few hours. It’s so much easier to love the baby stage when she isn’t crying.
I made French Toast for breakfast but Victor had the balls to complain and say he wanted pancakes.
Can you tell how pleased I was with that? He ate the damn toast and then I made him plan Mollie’s birthday party.
He had the party at the Wedding Venue. Because he’s a man and that made sense to him. He’s been getting all the sleep these past few months. Is it obvious?
Ah, well. It looks like a nice party venue anyway.
“So, Vic…are you ready to have a toddler?”
“Yeah I am. Does it have to become a teenager though?”
Victor took little Mollie over to her birthday cake. He made some silly faces and a show of helping her blow out the candles.
I really got into the whole thing. She’s not going to be a baby anymore. That was beyond awesome.
After blowing out the candles Vic set Mollie on the floor. There was a twinkle of magic and then, I was the mother of a toddler.