Now She Is Five

It is really hard for me to believe that I now have a five year old in my house. She has grown up right in front of me faster then I care to share. Now I just look at her in aw as she is turning into a kind and gentle soul.

I guess I need to start from the beginning as it is February and I am just now writing a blog entry about my daughter turning five, which happened last month. Can you say slacker dad? You see my daughter loves her birthday. We have heard nothing but her birthday party plans since before last summer began. Those plans have changed from a Frozen themed party to an Ariel themed party to now just a simple princess themed party. I am not going to lie I was so ready to dress up like Olaf or come in rocking my amazing Jamaican accent. Anyways, she is obsessed with her birthday. I wonder where she gets that. I mean I love to remind everyone about my birthday starting in October so I can make sure I have a good gift and cake ratio. Ok so she gets it from me. Man you guys really know how to make a guy confess. Just another reason why I could never get away with murder.

It came to the day of and I may have went a little over board with the decorations and making my daughter feel extra special. The birthday crown and matching sash may had been a little to much. What do you think?

My wife really is the grand champion of all things birthday party related. She sent out the group birthday part invitation text, bought all the food, and made sure the house was clean. All I was in charge of was getting the decorations and picking up the cake. These things I knew I could handle.

When it came down to party time. our house got full real quick. K-Dubs friends all came along with her cousins and of course little Evie was right behind them as they ran around the house screaming. I have never heard so many screams of laughter in my life. It was cute but also made it very impossible to carry on a conversation with any of the other adults at the party.

Being there crowd fearing person I am, I worked hard to keep the party moving so after about 30 minutes of mingling around and greeting guest I pushed for it to be cake time.

There is nothing more special to me then when I get to sing happy birthday to my kids. It is just a confirmation that they are getting older and more importantly that I survived another year of parenthood.

Then it was time to open gifts and one of things I have found hard about this is trying to get my kid to say thank you. Here we are surrounded by family and friends and some strangers and the last thing I want people to think is that my kid is an ungrateful monster. Usually when people pass judgement on me based on my children I am quick to point my finger in my wife’s direction but she was in the same boat I was in. Also it is really hard to enjoy my kid opening presents when there are so many kids around her trying to grab her new toy out of her hand and yelling that they either want it or they already have one. Its like watching zombies attack the only human left on earth. I seriously asked my brother for his taser.

After the presents where opened I spent the next hour opening all the presents out of their packaging so my daughter could play them. I must say that the toy companies don’t need to worry about someone stealing their stuff cause they may it very impossible to their toys out. so many rubber bands, plastic twists, and tape make it very impossible. You need a knife to open this stuff.

Finally the party was over and we were left to clean up. I remember just sitting on the couch and thanking the Lord I made it through another party alive. Then I looked over and saw happy my daughter was. I smiled as she came over to me and sat on my lap and kissed me on the cheek. We stared at each other and then she said she wanted a Belle themed party next year!

Help me.

Author: tfun2662

I am 30 something year old and I love to write about everything!

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