Anna, his little sister, has been wanting a day of her very own ever since. And, because her birthday was 10 months away, she had to wait for a while.
We gave her a certificate for her special day at her December birthday party and we finally (as Ella said, because she was very disheartened by the delay) took Anna out last weekend. (Ella doesn't acknowledge an insignificant thing like anesthesia school and its hinderance of our social calendar.)
When I asked Anna what she wanted to do she said, "I want to go to the Maine Jump and to the park but not to Dr. Suess because I'm going to see that at school."
Okaaaaay.
I wasn't really sure what she was talking about since I had made no overtures toward planning the day until I spoke to her. Then Ange translated: "Last year you took Brady to see the Lorax and Anna is going to be watching that at school and so she doesn't want you to take her to see it."
I love the way kids think. And I loved that, given the year she had to think on it, she had a sense of what she wanted. I loosely made a plan in my head. Then we met Matt halfway to pick her up and he said, "I asked Anna what she wanted to do with you and she said, 'I don't know. I may just see what I feel like.'"
Then I started to panic. Did she have the wrong idea about this day?
I reviewed the tentative itinerary for the Maine Jump, lunch and the park and she said yes. Phew.
happy girls ready for some fun |
But it is the padded room of my dreams for Maya.
Look how happy Anna is! |
Maya was having fun running while Davy threw his hat at her. I managed to get this picture of the throw and run in action.
Fortunately for Maya, Ella's feet got wet and she went to hang in the car. That meant Maya had Anna's undivided attention.
They began to collect random bits of things on the playground and develop creations. (Oh, Ange, I forgot to tell you to wash Anna's gloves....)
Here we have an ice cream cone, an umbrella and a jacket.
Love these girls. Now, if only they would stop with the birthdays and the growing older part.
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