Oooooh, I am exhausted.

A little girl turned five this week and there was much organizing of Pirate decorations and accessories, as well as buying of presents and distributing of invitations (for a party which thankfully was NOT this week) and Halloween costume finalizing and Mommy (my mommy) hosting and chocolate-chip cookie baking for the annual school Halloween festival.

(Deep Breath)

And then there was the menstrual cycling, or at least the appearance of symptoms signaling that my body might be trying to work up to the menstral cycling now that the baby is solidly on solids.

And then there was the hitting of the wall and the asking of my husband to fulfill my volunteer hour at a church Halloween festival that we were too tired to attend. He said yes without batting an eye. Have I mentioned that he is a good man? Yes?

There was also the stealing of the kisses from the baby and the producing of belly laughs from the baby by the five-year old who is now deeply on board with big sisterhood. Do we have the best-natured baby in the whole world? Possibly. (knocking on wood)

Did I mention the mild disappointment from this mother when her five-year old was too self-conscious to wear her pirate hat and eye patch at the Halloween festival and later, the mild sadness when after a discussion with the five-year old this same mother discovered that seeing all the other girly costumes at the festival had made the five-year old a bit embarassed about her love of pirates. (For anyone concerned we have tons of girly costumes for her to wear if she decides to abandon the pirate costume before Halloween).

And then there was the seven year old who was struggling to recover from a sinus thing and her mother who as usual spent much time wondering how to find time alone with this same seven year old who seems to be needing a little extra attention lately.

There is more to say, but obviously I can only talk in run-on sentences, so I will be back later.