So it's my precious baby girls 7th birthday in like a nanosecond and what do I decide to do last minute? Yes. Make her a homemade gift. "Wait", you say, "back the truck up Jack". Okay maybe that's not exactly what came out of your mouth but a few of you were thinking it. And some of you didn't say "truck" (hint hint, it rhymes).
I do not do homemade gifts. Strange? Yes. I do homemade other things just not gifts for my kids. Enter brilliant idea three days before her birthday... a doll! Made by Mommy! Yay! This will take me one evening. Two tops.
I stopped photographing the evidence of my downfall at this point. The arms! Oh the arms were killing me. They didn't seem so tiny. Wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Here is the scene I pictured when this
asinine brilliant idea came to me just three days before Only Daughters birthday.
Me: "Honey, here is a special gift just from Mommy". Holds back tears as Chef quietly takes photos for posterity.
Luca: "Oh Mommy!" Throws arms around my neck at the same time as she flings all other gifts into a corner (including, and especially, the goddamn iPod Touch that we caved and finally got for her).
Everyone in Attendance (her two stinky brothers): Cheering "Long live Mommy!"
... I made that