
This post was supposed to have been blogged well over a week ago. I forgot to finish. Shocking. I've been distracted with a household of FLU. Pardon me while I lose my mind and dose the family on another round of Motrin.
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I took Gracen to her first Princess birthday party Saturday. While we were there, Adam and Avery went on a hike. We're going to try and make individual dates with our children a priority. It's good for everyone. Friday, I realized what a slack mother I was, as I had never bought my child actual dress up clothes other than second hand Halloween costumes. We dress up, but we use our playsilks. They work great for creativity, but for a princess party, one needs a genuine costume, so I'm told. We ended up going as Belle because the Cinderella dresses were sold out. She was gorgeous and glamorous and so very excited...

...Until she saw Cinderella, the beautiful lady who was there with games and gifts and party fun. No, my child, didn't like the princess. She clung to me, buried her face in my chest, refused to make eye contact with anyone or anything except the strawberries and donut holes, a treat I've never introduced but clearly should have. By the final 20 minutes, she came out of her shell and played with the boys in the back room who were also ignoring Cinderella.
She's been planning out her birthday party since. When I asked her what she'd like to have for a party, she said, "I fink maybe Cinderella can come over."