Covered in Frosting

I went to my cousin Wyatt’s birthday party. He just turned five, and therefore he is adorable. This is the same cousin that asked me several weeks ago when I was going to grow up. Little kids, you’ve got to love them!

The majority of my time at the party was devoted to keeping an eye on his little sister, who turned one in January. Peyton, much like her brother, is adorable. Once the food was finally ready she sat in my lap and I fed her bit of hot dog and macaroni and cheese. While I managed not to wear any of that portion of the meal, I ended up covered in a fair amount of frosting once the cake was served up…

It was a nice evening, though I’m glad to be back home and well away from the noise that is a room full of children five years and younger. As cute as they may all be, it’s nice to be able to have them around for a while and then send them back with their parents.

I finished my paper well after midnight last night and sent it off. I’m excited, as this means that I know am one math test away from being finished with this semester, and potentially having my associates degree!

I’m still waiting for the confirmation to come from WCC. This week marked six weeks since I applied for graduation, so I’ll give them another couple weeks before I start sending out the e-mails. That being said, I hate playing the waiting game…

Grow Up?

Today started out like any other day. One could say that it was average. I groggily forced myself to roll out of bed and grudgingly drive to work. The store was actually fairly busy today, which was nice. It made the day go by quickly.

I still got to fit in some time and go to the last half of my little cousin’s fourth birthday party once I got home though. It was nice. Really though, the most interesting part of the evening was when I was getting ready to go.

I am short. Or maybe I’m just of average height, and all the people around me are abnormally tall. Take your pick, the fact still stands though that I am not by any means tall.

So I was getting ready to leave my cousin’s house, and my little cousin comes over and I told him that he isn’t allowed to get to be taller than I am and that he has to stop growing. His four year old response was that he has to get taller and grow up. So of course I persisted by telling him that he could get older but not taller.

His response was, “I have to grow up, and so do you. When are you going to grow up?” It was adorable and hilarious and made my day. Despite the frigid weather outside I can’t wipe the smile from my face. Children are adorable, and they “say the darndest things”.