Life: Idiotropic

Monday was Luci's 4th birthday AND her first day at the International Preschool. Last year she had a difficult time getting up for school in the morning and an even more difficult time saying goodbye. On this particular morning, she did absolutely fantasticly and with a smile on her face. I baked cupcakes which she shared with her class. When I picked her up, she was wearing a birthday crown and had a "happy birthday" certificate and bracelet from her teachers.

Monday was also a ballet night for Tiara, so I hauled all the girls to Sittard and while Tiara danced, the little ones and I treated ourselves to an outing at Beans and Bagels. The girls ordered hot chocolate and each of them were brought a tall mug of hot, frothy, steamed milk. The waitress asked, "milk or dark?" I said, "dark." And so, beside each hot mug was a round wooden stick with a large (1.25") cube of dark Belgian chocolate at the end of it. WOW! The girls all asked if they could eat it. No, it's to stir in your milk. That was an event in itself. What fun! To make your own hot chocolate! Thirty minutes later they all looked like they had bathed in chocolate. Of course, the mess was appropriately preportionate to age, but still, they all had chocolate spots on faces and hands.
That night was the cake/present event. Luci asked for yellow cake with chocolate frosting. I make a pink crown on the front with her name on it. She decided that she liked the pink frosting, but wouldn't eat anything touching the chocolate part, even though that's what she asked for. The presents were almost all pink. She got boas and jewlery and a princess mirror among other things. She was all smiles and is very happy being four.
The next day she told me that when I was a baby that she took care of me. I said no, that she wasn't around when I was a baby. "That's not fair! I wanted to be a baby first!"