we spent a number of hours today making invitations for sabin's upcoming birthday party. we started last evening, drawing robots. because we're all about the robots at the moment. then, we made the screens and printed the little robots on some beautiful bright cards i bought at the fabulous norway designs last month. we made sweet robots with cupcakes on their tummies.
sabin was so excited and so happy and so bubbly. she was making lists of the names of her classmates so she could write them on the envelopes, where we had gocco printed a little stack o'robots. it was fun and i hope it's the kind of activity that sabin will remember when she grows up.
but, i have to admit that eventually, all of the chatter was driving me completely crazy. she counted and counted again, she named all 20 classmates and then named them again. she talked about which ones would give her what for a present. she never, ever stopped talking. or wiggling. jumping up and down from the chair, running around, fiddling and just wiggling and chattering and chattering.
i want to love every minute of her joy and her happiness and i love that we're doing something creative together that makes her happy, but i was eventually ready to scream. finally, around five, when she was calculating for the 66th time how many days it was 'til her birthday, i asked her to just keep some of her thoughts in her own head for awhile. i didn't yell, i didn't say "shut the hell up," i didn't scream, tho' i was screaming on the inside.
i feel a little bit bad about it because i dearly love her and i dearly love seeing her joyful and happy. i KNOW these are the moments i should treasure as well, because in a couple of weeks, she's turning 8 and it won't be long before she's a sulky teenager, sleeping 18 hours a day. and i DO appreciate her and love her dearly.
i just sometimes wish she could sit still and be quiet for just a little while.
p.s. this is the first time i've tried doing a blog post from flickr. not sure i'll do it again.