Planet Jane

I am so very glad that my little girl makes such simple requests.
As I stated earlier, her birthday requests included a pink donut, a trip to the zoo and a Barbie Princess cake.

The pink donut, you might already know, was a wild success. And Lane and I were only too happy to acquiesce the the last two requests.

Jane was encouraging the croc to bite her brother's head ...

Barbie was in danger during this photo

She had also made a VERY specific request for only one present: "A pink vacuum, just like Mommy's, with a wand that detaches" (yes, she used the word detaches).

Only one I could find came from Pottery Barn ... and where she ever saw it and played with it, I will never know:

Disregard the largely pregnant woman in the background. Don't worry, she's already used the Dyson's attachments to vacuum the stairs.

And only because I was so proud of my meager Barbie Princess cake, here's another photo ... this creation really taxed my 6-year-old cake-decorating skills.

In case you're wondering, it's made in a Bundt pan and a 10-inch round. I was too afraid of how dense it would have to be if cooked in a Pyrex bowl.

Despite my lack of skills, all her expectations were met and she declared it the best day.

That made my heart glad.

I can't get enough of this little girl's face. In fact, on the evening of her birthday, I plastered several kisses onto her cheeks. She looked up at me and said, "Mommy, that was a LOT of kisses." "Well, I love you," I said. "Oh," she replied and deftly bestowed a bunch of kisses to my cheeks.

"The moment a child is born, the mother is also born. She never existed before. The woman existed, but the mother, never. A mother is something absolutely new." - Rajneesh

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As a side note, apparently 4 is the new driving age.

For about 8 months, I've been telling Jane her new sibling would be arriving after her birthday (in an attempt to give her some kind of landmark). Yesterday morning, she looked at Lane and said, "OK. I'm ready to go get Baby Owen. Teach me how to drive."

Lane looked aghast, while I just laughed.

She certainly has made my life better by leaps and bounds. And, despite the many shortcomings I feel as a Mother, she has made me a far better person than I was before she came into my life.

Pink-Barbie-princess-FancyNancying and all.

P.S. Earlier this week, I asked Jane if she wanted to be a princess when she grew up (since pink and princess is what our lives are all about these days). She replied with a firm "no". "Mommy, I told you. I am going to be a paleontologist. A purple and pink paleontologist."