That was Morgan's third birthday. She spent it having surgery on her arm and got to have a sleepover with Mommy at Primary Children's Hospital. I'll never forget her whimpering while clutching her mommy as the anesthesiologist came to remove her from her "safe" place to take her into surgery. With her good arm, she clung tighter, and with her perfectly good lungs, she sobbed louder. We consented to the anesthesiologist's request to administer a little laughing gas. Within seconds, Morgan started laughing and cheerfully allowed the strange man to take her in his arms and whisk her away. Makes me wonder sometimes if we wouldn't all be a bit better off with just a little laughing gas!
Having her 4th birthday party reminded me of the events of that fateful day last year. This year, there were Polly Pockets, too, but no broken bones, thank goodness. Just a normal little girl's birthday with princesses and horses—Webkinz and Breyer horse stuff, Barbie and Polly Pocket princesses, and of course, the princess nightgown.What do you get a 4-year-old who has a gazillion hand-me-downs from two older sisters? These days, I think Barbies, Polly Pockets, and "horsies" are pretty standard because she let us know long ago and many times that's what she wanted, but other than that, all she wanted was a pink room. So, here we go and get the paint and the matching bedding, and Melissa even started working on what it would take to remove the princess wallpaper from her room. Then, a couple days before her birthday, she decides she doesn't want a pink room. I guess the fickle woman starts young! We kept the pink paint and bedding because just as sure as she changed her mind before, she'll change it again!












