Paige's birthday is "coming up." A fact that she will tell any person that makes the mistake of even glancing in her direction (for example: the cashier at the grocery store, random parents trying to pick up their children from her daycare, every person we pass in any store, the man leading story-time at the library last week, etc).
Unfortunately, she doesn't really understand the concept of a calender though, as I'll show her where her birthday is (May 7th), show her where we currently are (April 30th), we count the days until her birthday, and she'll look at me and say, "so my birthday 'morrow?" We have a count-down calendar hanging on our kitchen island, something I thought would help, but she just wants to fill all the boxes with stickers at once, so we can get to her birthday sooner. Which leads me to believe she doesn't get that either.
Since we'll be having her party this Saturday, I thought a good activity for us this afternoon would be to go to the party store to get stuff we "need" (as a side note, I could spend hours in that store). To say that Paige was excited for this trip is the understatement of the century. She was ECSTATIC. On the way there she started babbling on about presents, so I stupidly say, "what do you want for your birthday?" Paige responds with, "um....a car, like Mommy and Daddy's." And here I thought we had about 13 more years before I'd have to explain to her that she's not getting a car for her birthday, EVER. After I did a very drawn out, "oh reeeallly," she said, "and a box, to put my presents in." Now, a box is something a little more reasonable. I could easily get her 10 Xerox boxes for her birthday (one of the few perks of being a teacher). But Paige wasn't done yet, her final request was my favorite, a "sidewalk, a blue sidewalk." So to recap, Paige wants a car, a box and a blue sidewalk for her birthday. Great.
