Baby Turns 5…In a Flash of Light

Seems like just-yesterday, we were welcoming our little Nixi into this world, and now…she’s five years old.  My…how time flies when you’re having fun and chasing a little’n at the ripe ‘young’ age of 46!  :  P  Even though my Nixi leaves me feeling quite exhausted most days, I find it invigorating just-the-same.

Today I found the energy to go for an hour-long walk along the ocean; pushing Baby in her jogger…all the way…for over an hour round-trip.  I should feel drained, but I don’t!  Instead…I feel like I actually accomplished something today.  In fact…this whole week, since Sunday when Baby turned 5, has been a very pleasant…but busy, change to our regular everyday; which I admit has become quite monotonous.

One thing most folks know about me, if they know me at all, is that me and ‘monotony’ do NOT mix.  I long for change…adventures anew, each and every day.  I long to wander this vast globe of opportunity, and see the things many have yet to see.  Still, I am stationary…for now!  I keep telling myself, ‘Your days a-comin’ little lady!  Your days a-comin.’  I look so-very forward to the rest of my life.

Seeing my youngest child growing so fast, my oldest with a child of her own (my only grandchild), and my son in the Army…away and very missed, reminds me I really don’t have all the time in the world.  But for now…I am sharing some pics from her 5th Birthday Party.  I hope it brings a smile to your face, and some joy to your heart.  I know seeing them again, certainly made me smile.  :  ))

Enjoy!!

Somebody Spotted the Deviled Eggs!! It’s the Birthday Girl!!!

My grandson Jaidenn and great granddad Nick

Pizzaaaaaaaa!!!

Sharing new toys with big Sissy Mia, and nephew Jaidenn

Blowin’ out the ‘5’ candle

Pouty Face Jai

Nico working the pinata

Birthday Princess whacks the 1st pinata

My oldest daughter, Mia, and my Grandson Jaidenn whack the pinata

Candyyyyyy at LAST!!!

On to the second pinata. Jaidenn and Mia get the first whack.

…then the birthday girl gets her turn.

Aaaaaand…we have CANDY & Cookies!!!

After party stroll to Pleasure Pier — they were CLOSED! The birthday girl was VERY upset! : /

One Man Band on Galveston Seawall

Strollin’ Into the Sunset on Seawall of Galveston Island

The Return of Mr. Bear

*UPDATE!!*

Yes…you guessed it! Mr. Bear is home, safe and sound. We had left him over at my sister’s house last week when we’d gone for a quick visit. And Baby was never so glad to see her little friend. She hugged and cuddled him, like she always has, but ever-more closely.

We are a happy family indeed!!! Thanks for the thoughts and prayers. : )

.V..

The Land of Lost Toys

Baby Cuddles Her Favorite Toy — Mr. Bear

It’s funny how we can grow attached to the simplest things when we’re kids (even adults); like my toddler’s Mr. Bear. He’s gone missing…so it seems, and nowhere we’ve searched has he shown his pink, fuzzy face. You see…? He’s not just any bear. He’s Mr. Bear! He is a very special little bear, when it comes down to that one toy my little girl wants when it comes time to travel, eat, sleep…anything in between. He is her favorite toy…out of all the rest, and he hasn’t been seen for several days.

It might sound funny to those of you who’ve never experienced the attachment one can grow to a seemingly unimportant object, but the love is in the giver, the owner, perhaps even the co-owners; such as Mommy and Daddy (Nico and myself). Either way, we are feeling a sense of remorse for not better-looking-after Mr. Bear; a feeling of grief that a member of our family is no longer with us. And his little owner is missing him very much these past few days; especially yesterday. She was asking for him when we were loading up to make a simple trip to the store. Nico and I just looked at each other; careful not to comment any further on Baby’s requests for her little guy.

Still, my heart aches for her loss of the bear she’s had since before she was ever born; the cuddly soft, once pretty and pink, little stuffed bear that her aunt–my big sister–had given her at her baby shower. Through all our travels, Mr. Bear has been there. When Baby came home, brand-spanking-new from the hospital, Mr. Bear was there. In all of her photos, from newborn on up to a few days ago, that not-quite-so-pink-anymore bear has been in her little arms; usually dirty because she won’t let go of him long enough for us to wash him. That’s how loved that little bear is by our little girl. And he’s gpne. I pray we find him, because–even though I know this must all sound silly to so many–we miss that grungy, flip-floppy, little guy. We really do.

So…this is a message, a warning of sorts, to all of you parents out there…to watch closely after that one toy you know your child would miss the most should it ever come up missing; I know I wish now, I would have.

Many Blessings that you never have to endure such a loss of your or your child’s, favorite thing in life; no matter how simple it may be. I pray we find our Mr. Bear soon. His family is missing him very…very much!

*Sometimes the Smallest things in Life, Matter the most*