Someone turned six!
Thirty six days after Gwen did it, Maddy finally turned six years old too. It was a happy day but it was a very long time coming. In fact, Maddy couldn't have been more annoyed about the dreadfully slow passage of time even if a ticking cuckoo clock was duct-taped to her head. One that announced the arrival of each new hour by opening a trap door and producing a remarkably authentic looking miniature replica of Gwen (dressed as a bird, of course) that struts around shaking her tail feathers while singing a little taunting tune about how cool it is to be six years old.
Yeah, 864 long hours of that.
So the day arrived and Maddy was pretty excited! The first thing she did was run into the bathroom and look at her teeth in the mirror because (even though I've clarified this many times) she was still under the impression that her baby teeth would suddenly pop right out of her mouth when she turned six. After verifying that they were all still present, she looked a bit disappointed but just as quickly seemed relieved.
We never celebrated Gwen's birthday because she turned six the day we boarded our cruise ship in Italy. We were jet lagged and there were no presents or cake on the ship so we promised her that we'd celebrate after we got home. We meant to do it before Maddy's birthday but our schedules have been so busy (with the sailing weekend in San Diego and my weekend in Bethlehem) that time sneaked up on us and we ended up combining their birthday celebrations. Even though Maddy would have LOVED to have a day all to herself, it would have really pained her to have Gwen get one first. So this really worked out for the best. Maybe next year it can be different.
Here are the pretty birthday girls!
Something funny: While I'm writing this post, the girls are splashing and playing in the pool and a few minutes ago I heard them spitting water at one another. I hollered over the top of my laptop that they shouldn't put the pool water in their mouth "because it has butts in it!" And now they're cracking up and chanting about there being butts in the pool.
I think age 6 is going to be a delightful age!