It’s a Birthday in the Nest

I swear, does ie ever get any easier?

Jumping Bean is 12 today. 

 

The little precious bundle they handed me at 12:51 p.m. on 12/12/01 is now taller than me, wears a larger shoe than I do and is starting to have boobs.

She is starting down the path to womanhood.

Turning 12 was a big year for me.

We moved from the a small Southern town to the NYC outskirts.

I started my period that year and a boy first held my hand.

There was no turning back.

But Jumping Bean still sometimes wants to be a little girl.

She took her Katniss doll to see Catching Fire, but she hid it in her purse.

She is obsesed with llamas and unicorns.

llamacorns.

 

She can be moody as hell.

She threw a small stinkeroo last night when Dumbbell came in and I was leaving when she realized that I wouldn’t be there when she woke up on her birthday.

Aargh.

What’s a divorced mom to do?

Today I’m going to make her favorite from scratch red velvet cupcakes (after I work and do various other necessary shit)

Dumbbell is going to come to the nest early to open presents then we are going to go to Merlot’s Christmas performance at school.

After that we will all go to dinner for her birthday.  After which I will have to leave her with Stanley again and expect more tears.

Tomorrow she has her first school dance and 2 little girls are coming for a sleepover after.

Not a bad birthday.

I’m going to try to make it as special as possible and hope she is distracted by her presents to not fuss when I leave her tonight after dinner.

GUILT.

 

Btw, nobody ever cries when Dumbbell leaves.

Just sayin.