Let me just astound you with some facts:
My older sister Pink turns 30 this year.
Pink has two daughters.
My younger sister is now four months pregnant.
Okay, so maybe those facts aren't actually astounding to anyone but me. People grow up and have kids and la la la, the circle of life.
When we were just kids, my sisters and I would sometimes discuss our future children. I said I wanted seven, thanks to a movie we watched constantly Curly Sue. (I just Googled Curly Sue and the actress who played the titular character is now, also, 30. Sigh.)
|It makes me itchy too, girlfriend.|
Anyways, we used to always imagine how our children would be. Like Vyelit's kids would be little hooligans who would beat up on my nerdy, bookworm kids, who would all be bossed around by Pink's older, supervisor kids. How simple it was in our heads, then. We'd just all crank out all these kids and they would play together according to their pre-determined personality traits. I also talked a lot about how my super smart kids would change their own diapers and we'd live in a mansion for super smart people, so my sister's kids could STFU.
I'd like to think we weren't the only siblings who planned life this way. But alas, things aren't always like we plan them when we are young and bored on summer vacations. I no longer want 7 kids and I no longer have faith that my kids will change their own diapers. I'm holding out on the mansion, however. That's still totally possible.
When I titled my post "baby fever" I wasn't actually referring to some deep need to have a child right, right now. My 2.5 nieces (and/or nephew. We find out on Thursday!) are enough for the moment.
Gailey-Bird turned three on Saturday. I spent a lot of the last week helping Pink prep for the party, which featured a lot of Pintrest inspired do-it-yourself type crafts. It was all very pretty and most importantly Gailey had fun.
Second importantly, I learned a few valuable lessons at her party: 1.) Kids that belong to you are infinitely better than other people's kids b.) Never give a kid a cupcake. It is clear to me that cupcakes are engineered for adults. cat.) Kids are exhausting. DD.) I love Gailey so much. I'm so happy to have her around, because she is by far the funniest person I know and most days I think she is also the smartest. It's been an amazing three years, watching her grow into this young, little lady.
The entire "exhausting" thing was only magnified by the real reason for Baby Fever, which was the 103 fever my younger niece Ellie was running most of the weekend. Two doctors and an ER trip later, she was diagnosed with a cold, an ear infection and a bladder infection. Crazy, right? She was coughing a lot and even lost her baby voice, which, sort of amused me because I'd never thought of a baby losing their voice.
Understandably, Ellie only wanted to be coddled. She broke my heart, so I carried her around a lot. Aaaaand now I'm sick.
Who's going to carry me around and pat my back? No one. Because things change when you get older, you know? I don't even think I'd like someone picking me up and throwing me over their shoulder. That doesn't seem like a fun time at all.
Anyhow, dears, I hope your weekends were free of baby fevers, but full of cupcakes.