Happy Birthday, Bean!

Today was DQ's birthday! She turned the big SIX today!

She got up really late this morning, missed her chance for birthday pancakes, and missed her birthday being called on the radio. poor DQ!
But we baked cupcakes and we took them to the park to share with the other kids. DQ ate like 3 of them, I let her indulge. I felt so bad, because we usually at least go out to dinner for the kids' birthdays, but with tonights game that just wasn't possible. She was okay with it, though.

My mom called her, and MIL called her. Usually my dad calls, but obviously he can't now. So the phone didn't ring very much for her. FIL should be calling her tomorrow when he gets off of work. I told MIL he shouldn't try today because we would be home late.

My little DQ LOVES to hear her birthday story. SO I sat her on my lap, and told her the story of her birth.

"Mommy had gone to the dr. and the dr wondered why you hadn't come out. He told Mommy that they would make an appointment to MAKE you come out, because you were getting big and Mommy didn't want to risk being cut open.
SO on your birthday, Mommy and Daddy got up really early and went to the hospital. Your sister stayed at Grandma and Papa's house the night before, and would come to meet you later.
They put Mommy in a room, and let her lay on a bed. They gave me some medicine that would help you to come out.
A few hours later, Mommy was in a lot of pain, and you still weren't coming. So they gave Mommy some medicine to make her feel better until you decided to come. Daddy was hungry, so he called Grandma to tell her that you STILL weren't Coming, and could she please bring him something to eat?
10 minutes later, Mommy felt you coming. She called the nurse, and told her you were coming - NOW. Daddy called Grandma back and said "Forget the burger - just hurry and get here! The baby's coming!"
The dr wasn't there, Daddy was going to catch you! But at the very last moment the dr was ableto get in and help you out.
You didn't cry - Mommy was scared. Then the dr did something to you and you screamed with your perfect little lungs and Mommy felt better. Daddy cut your cord, and then the nurse wrapped you up and let us hold you. Then they unwrapped you to weigh you, and guess how big you were?
8lb 6 oz! All you could do was cry, and eat and sleep and poop!
And now look at you! You are 6! You weigh 43 pounds now! You still do those other things, but now you can walk, and you can talk, and you can read and write. You've come a LONG way!