Will I be pretty, will I be rich

What goombas couldn’t think about what dates there would be a NEW arrival nine months after conception?  US.  Yes and now all our birthdays line up in a hellish row of planning and overspending.   We start with Patrick in April and then rush into the kids May, June and July, and by the time my birthday comes along, I could not give a crap and am all organized out.

If it is hard now, can you imagine when Tara hits school age and  WANTS a party?

So today we celebrate Caitlyn’s birthday.  She is 7 today.  How on earth can I have a 7 and a 9 year old????

For Caity the most important thing is that we shower her with gifts.  She is quite the materialistic little thing.    I have tried to shower…within reason.  Saturday we  are having a pool party where I assume she expects to be equally showered in gifts and attention.

We spend a great deal of time with Caity being completely befuddled or trying to calm the beast.  She switches emotional gears faster than any of us can keep up.   She is perhaps, a  shining example of the mutinous and hard done by middle child.

She is uber sensitive to any perceived slight and SHRIEKS her opinion on this….loudly.

She has  a trucker’s sense of humour (no offence to any truckers out there)…but she offends US with some of her jokes.  She is just turned 7 remember.   Whatever old soul possesses her was quite the character.

At the same time she is the kindest and sweetest girl I know.  She is beyond beautiful (in my opinion) and with her temper, wild hair and flashing eyes reminds me of a young Elizabeth Taylor.

I adore Caitlyn….but I see much bumpiness along our path together.   All I hope for is that she knows how much I love her and how much I care about her.

I think she is truly an amazing creature and watch fascinated as she develops

Happy Birthday Girl…..your minions are trying their best.

When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother, what will I be
Will I be pretty, will I be rich
Here’s what she said to me.

Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future’s not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.

When I was young, I fell in love
I asked my sweetheart what lies ahead
Will we have rainbows, day after day
Here’s what my sweetheart said.

Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future’s not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.

Now I have children of my own
They ask their mother, what will I be
Will I be handsome, will I be rich
I tell them tenderly.

Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future’s not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.