procrastinating

Five More Sleeps

I’ve been taking a trip down memory lane this evening while procrastinating researching articles for work. In the last 24 hours I’ve learned that

Neither of these things shock me quite so much as the idea that Eve is about to be five. FIVE. I was running this morning and the air tasted the same as it did the morning we left the house with my Mom, clutching the go-bag, tracking contractions, and chasing Quinn and Zeno back inside.

Seems like five minutes ago that we were celebrating her first birthday with cupcakes:

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It is delicious cake.

The party is a go: we’ve opted for an after school thing at a play place, sort of a happy hour for the under-sevens. We’re hoping a ton of her friends can make it.