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Our Girl Bear turned seven yesterday! We had a happy celebration day, with dinner at Red Robin (her choice) and an ice cream cake (from Dairy Queen) back at home afterward, followed by opening her presents. She even gave a gift, to Stinker, her old, faithful baby doll. She says Stinker shares her birthday, since they've been together from the beginning. Her gift to Stinker was a small wooden guitar that Daddy helped the GB build this summer, which she painted purple for Stinker. Now Stinker plays the guitar too (I really need to get myself a musical instrument; now I'm falling behind the stuffed toys). The GB loved her presents, which included a wig brush to use on another doll with long, straggly hair, chapter books, winter clothes, craft kits and puzzles. The Bear's parents had ice cream cake with us and my parents called her on the phone (they live in New York). She had love and greetings from all around.
It was a lovely day with our sweet girl. We opted to skip birthday parties this year, given our hectic summer of medical adventures (which isn't over yet; there's still more to come). We're having quiet family birthdays instead and I rather like it. As much as I enjoy throwing birthday parties for groups of children, it is a lot of work and not a little expense. I doubt our birthday party days are over for good, but for now this is right. The small Bears have been agreeable about it. I really am lucky to have such even-tempered, easy-going children. I couldn't ask for more, really. But I think they both understand what is needed at the moment, which is a calmer take on birthday season. That's how I've come to think of this time of year, by the way - it's our birthday season. All four of our birthdays fall in the space of exactly three months and one week, starting with the Bear's and ending with mine, with both children in between in the same calendar month. I didn't plan to have their birthdays fall so close together (we were anticipating later-autumn births; things went awry), but here we are. It can feel frenetic some years, a whirlwind of parties, shopping, wrapping, dinners out and special desserts, but it's a fun and happy time and I look forward to it all year.
My Beary (rhymes with fairy) is seven! It's hard to believe. She reads and writes and whizzes through arithmetic problems in a way I always wished I could. She is becoming a very good ballerina. She stands up for herself admirably, especially when it comes to her big brother. She is a talented, kind and intelligent little person and we love her so much. She is full of light and music and questions and challenges. I know that seven will be a wonderful year for her and she will continue to grow in every way.