So, it was in fact daddy panda's first day back to work (local show) since addie has started school. this morning took some adjusting, and we didn't want daddy to miss out on the classics.
i, however, seemed to take it a little harder than i thought. but it's all part of the process and i'm sure i'll work this out soon. inktober and drawlloween are coming up... i'm not a lick prepared, but its giving me a project/goal to strive too.
I hit the wall as far as stage of sickness, i couldn't function for the majority of the day nor could i really eat. unfortunately, today's intended birthday plans had to be changed, but they are rescheduled for next week... so our little birthday girl will still get her fun out and about, but she did get to break her toys in a bit this afternoon. bronchitis, be gone already.
so, hubby decided to whip up something special to ease my stomach and sore throat. bless this man... i don't deserve him 😘
So, another real moment... hubby and i are so relieved that our addie had the "best day ever" today, but i can't help but feel like we've been through hell and back to make it happen. we are so beaten and it's not even the end.
after everything that shouldn't have been going wrong, did in fact go wrong (we legitimately dotted our i's and crossed our t's... we've never been so ahead of schedule to have everything instead be off of schedule). i suppose that's what we get for planning. luck does not favor the prepared... i'm here to tell you.
and then, disaster struck... i broke adeline's 2nd christmas ornament that had her one year old handprint on it 😭. i mean broke down and shattered, and were not even talking about the ornament (though it did in fact shatter 😵). i cried for 30+ minutes straight, because of course that had to happen on the day that i'm most fragile about adeline getting older. and the kicker, i moved it just so it wouldn't accidentally break while we were cleaning and then the ornament decides to take a joyride and catch on my fingernail and down it goes, on the floor in pieces. i can't even explain the frustration and grief that i went through in a freaking split second. erskine grabbed me before i melted into a puddle of sadness. but seriously guys, my luck.
it's not all cupcakes and rainbows to make magic happen, it's made of pain and suffering.
however, after the day is done... everyone is tucked into bed, all the goodnight kisses that were given and received, and the happiness that the day brought... it makes it all worthwhile just to see her big bright smile. i mean, i guess it worked out in the end.
With thirty minutes to go... i want to wish my sweetest baby a very happy birthday.
today you turn 6 years old, a monumental number in our book! in the last few months, it feels like you are already growing into your own... finding out who you are in this world. you are sweet and kind, and sometimes forgetful. you 'try' to remember to be polite, but you always share and go out of your way to be helpful. you randomly switch career decisions at the drop of a hat, but you know you can reach for the stars (today, she wants to be a dentist). you smile brighter than anyone i know, have a earnest want to learn and explore, and most of the time its accompanied with a tutu, unicorn, or rainbow. you brake for ants, and you have an incredible eye for finding special nature things to put in your collection. you love trucks, wrestling, and superheroes just as much as you love flowers, glitter, and pink. you always have time to stop for art, and i'm blessed with the endless mornings of coloring and creating with you. not to mention, you put up with mommy taking a million and one photos of you a day. you are certainly everything (and more) that mommy and daddy wished, hoped, and prayed for. thank you for being incredibly you.
Well, that ending sucked. all around hiac was a good ppv, with decent matches, some twists and turns... but that ending 🤔
all i know is... jeff hardy is insane, and becky lynch is victorious
and as you can probably tell, we had a rather interesting evening. the power went out for about 10 minutes, our internet went out on two separate occasions, our cat attacked erskine knocking over his expensive scotch (second day in a row, and more like she's far too clumsy for her own good), and adeline ko'ed the bookcase and an entire row of books came out onto erskine's scotch... yet again, and we ended up breaking our antique ashtray, not to mention the dozen or so soggy books now covered in alcohol. it all could have gone better.