Because I knew this was the only photo I was probably going to be in for the rest of the day.
Friends who drive from Phoenix for a birthday party and drag their own kids along for the fun? These are the friends that can only be made via tweets and Facebook updates.
Friends without kids who brave five-year-old birthday parties are shining examples of selflessness and love. Especially when they sport "you fucking owe me " expressions when you randomly yell out "cheese!"
Honesty is appreciated at any age. Especially after a two hour drive with Mama and the pizza & cupcake have been consumed & this sweet face announces he wants to just. go. home. Don't worry, Nugget. I wanted to go home right about then, too.
Six. Five. And eight. Also? Inseparable.
Aunt Heather, Buttercup, and the giant white tiger that stole the show.
Because being a super hero princess is hard work. And turning five takes a lot of energy.
And when time for bed came, Wonder Woman looked at her mother, the Queen, and bravely told her that teenagers (like her) don’t sleep with their mamas but that I (the Queen) was welcome to come into her room to read her a book and sit on the floor holding her hand until she (my Wonder Woman) fell asleep. And I did and she did and just like that, my baby blossomed into a girl.