I spent the entire weekend frantically knitting a doll for Birdie, right under her nose. It was almost comical, she’d come over and ask “What are you knitting?” and I’d say something lame like “I don’t know, what do you think?”. After several rounds of hats, socks, sweaters, and less plausible suggestions, she started asking “Are you knitting a DOLL?” (which is funny because I was making it in pieces, and they really were not recognizably doll-like!) I, of course, denied it. My lovely gullible daughter believed me. Sometimes my power as a parent is rather scary.
It will be fun to see her face this afternoon when she opens up her birthday present and finds a doll from the same yarn I was knitting with yesterday. Do you think she’ll figure it out? I’m fairly certain she will. She’s a very smart four year old now. Sigh. As every parent will tell you, I have no idea how it’s possible that so much time has passed since the day she was born. I don’t want to descend into mommy-blog-dom, but I will say with all of my being: Happy Birthday to the most amazing little girl I’ve ever known! You astound and amaze me every single day.
And now, we’re off to the zoo to celebrate.