Eight is Great

As Cheese's eighth birthday approaches I have to sit back and do a mental montage of the last few years.

When I found out that I was going to have a girl I was truly sad. I did not want a girl, I didn't want to deal with make up, periods or boys. I was stressing about this fact. But Big Papa took me shopping for pink things and my heart did a little happy dance, but I was still hesitant about having a girl.

Then a few short weeks later I was being wheeled into the operating room for her to be born by a c-section. As I laid on the operating table being stitched up I looked to my left and down, seeing the warming bed with my already screaming and pissed off child. I saw the pink hat on her head and I was in love. I knew at that moment that life was about to get a lot more interesting.

Cheese was a very difficult baby, colicky and never sleeping. Colic faded but sleeping never changed much. Only needing a few hours a night, I was doomed to be exhausted with an infant and toddler. We had after hours tea parties, midnight dress ups, and art exhibitions at 2 AM. It was fun, I will admit, exhausted as I was.

The best part of her toddler years? Her first sentence...

I still see it, as if it was yesterday. Not quite two years old, K-Man hit her while he was outside. Her little hands knotted into fists, shaking hard, her face turning more red by the second and finally, in a voice so tiny, she bellowed:

DAMMIT K-MAN!!!

Life only became more of a ride after her first sentiments. Testing her limits early on. Dropping the f-bomb by two and a half. Making exclamations about being adopted and sex instead of cupcakes.

THIS is what I signed up for! A child that is just like me. Most would find this as a curse but I see it as a great blessing. While I am paying for any wrongs I committed as a child, I am also watching her become quite the young lady. So polite in public with a mouth like a sailor at home.

This blog has been quiet for a while but it's because she just hasn't had a whole lot to say as of late. But they're happening and I am catching them.

Thank you for joining our side show that is my life.

And Cheese...

Thank you for all the laughs and the joys, and the tears over the last eight years. I love you, you monstrous little girl. You wonderful little gift from...above...yeah...above, that's what I want to say.

Happy Birthday Cheese! Here's to the next 8 years of your mouth!