Things I Love About The Princess: #642

The other night, after using her potty like a big girl, The Hubbs gave The Princess a small piece of chocolate. Her reaction? She started singing the melody to "Happy Birthday."

I'm Baaaaaack...

Okay, so I realize it may not have been obvious to all of you, given my sporadic posts of late, but I've been under the radar Internet-wise for the last few weeks.  The few times I've been able to post lately have been done from my iPod Touch - not an easy feat, lemme tell ya.

Due to connectivity issues with our Internet provider here at home, it seems like eons since I've been able to upload anything.  After work today, The Hubbs, The Princess and I took our tired old modem into the provider's office one town over and procured a replacement.

A replacement modem. 

A replacement modem that WORKS.

And so here I sit, blogging, uploading Easter pictures and The Princess's birthday pictures to Facebook, fiddling around with the stuff I haven't been able to do for the last month or so.  I have to admit...I'm kind of drooling a little here.

It's so nice to be back.

Oh, and since you didn't get a chance to see her outfit yet (thanks to Comcast), here are a couple of my favorite pictures of The Princess getting ready for school on her big birthday.

Have a good night, y'all.  If you need me, I'll be here.  On the couch.  Playing on the Internet.  Probably until the wee hours of the morning.  Well, after I catch up on Game of Thrones, that is.  ;)

Five

My dear, sweet Princess,

It was five years ago today that you arrived and immediately started ruling my world.  As of 4:42 PM on April 11, 2007, everything about my life changed.  All of a sudden, nothing else mattered.

You, my dear, are my purpose in life.

You are my greatest accomplishment.

I look at you this morning and marvel at the leaps and bounds you've made, at the things you've learned. 

At the things I've learned.

Little girl, you've already taught me so much more than I could ever hope to teach you.

This doesn't happen often, but I'm at a loss for words.  Just remember I'm here for you.  In your darkest hours, in your most weightless fits of joy, and in every time between: I'm here for you.

I love you.

Happy, happy fifth birthday, my sweet.

Love,
Momma

Proud

Family picture: Easter 2012

The Princess absolutely loves Nana and Grampy's hill.

Don't believe what I said above?  Here's more proof.  :)

You should have seen her, y'all.  My girl, the one who would scarcely make more than a second's eye contact a mere eighteen months ago, flaunted her advancing social skills all over the place on Sunday.

She ran and played with her cousin.

She ran and played with her daddy.

She ran and played with me.

She approached her great aunt and numerous other grown-up family members without prompting, made eye contact, and engaged them in interactions too numerous to count.

She showered us all in smiles and giggles.  The audio from one of the video clips just kills me.  She cackles, sings and squeaks.  She and her cousin scream together in glee as they fly down the hill with Auntie G.

Sure, she spent a good amount of time in her quiet room, but - dammit - The Princess gets better and better at being around our huge, rowdy family every time we get together.

I can't begin to tell you how proud I am of her.

Happy And

"When I got to school, I was _________."

This is one of many lines on the daily communication sheet that The Princess brings home in her backpack. This sheet is a great tool for her teachers, therapists and aides to tell us what happens at school...and for us to tell them what's going on at home.

Today's communication sheet started with this:

"When I got to school, I was happy and passing out hugs to my classmates."

That, my friends, is all. Really, I couldn't imagine asking for more.