My youngest children turn four today. Four. Just yesterday they were little bugs and now they are big bugs with minds of their own and (strong) opinions and language and incredible fashion sense.
And they really like superheroes. I mean really like superheroes. They have been talking about having a superhero birthday party for the last three months. They wanted to invite practically everyone we know to their birthday party. I agreed. I pinned. I planned. I was going to go all out. And then, with three weeks to the big birthday, I had no kitchen and half done floors and no idea when I might be back in my house. I caved. I just couldn’t throw a party. Total fail as Mother of the Year.
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