Moon + Stars
Let me go ahead and just start here:
On the left is the ever powerful Janelle Monae, standing on the red carpet, oozing #blackgirlmagic.
On the right is my daughter, Aria, having just turned 3 (😱), standing on the clubhouse stairs, ready to begin her astronaut rockstar training.
Personally, I feel like I could end this post right here, but I mean it's been like-- what? 2 months since I have last written a post, so I guess I should add a bit more.
Y'know, so I can wait another 2–3 months before I post again.
20/20 hindsight, probably shouldn't tell readers upfront that I don't update my blog often...
Any who! The Girl Without a Name turned 3 years old yesterday!
let me tell you a few things about my brilliant little three year old:
- Because she has no name, she changes her name daily:
- Monday: Aria Poppy
- Tuesday: Aria Elsa
- Wednesday: Aria Amber or Aria Sofia
- Thursday: Aria Poppy (again)
- Friday: Aria the Astronaut
- On a regular basis, she eats more than I do. And she gets that from her father.
- She prays before she goes to bed and whenever she gets hurt. She prays to heal others as well. I'm pretty sure my 3 year old is already anointed.
- Her best friend's name is Nikki. I don't know if I've written a post dedicated to their friendship, but you should expect that soon.
- Her favourite colour in blue and her favourite planets are Mercury and Earth. But not Neptune.
- Getting her hair braided still takes a while, but she loves her "hair styles," especially beads*
- She enjoys singing and dancing with Daddy. You should see their choreography!
- I have maybe 1,500 images in my phone, taken by Aria, mainly comprised of selfies and toes.
- Though she drives us crazy, she's the most adorable girl we've ever held in our arms.
*Note: A friend asked me the other day if Aria is tender-headed and I proudly boasted no. Upon further reflection, we agreed that black hair care products have come a long way since we were younger so it's not that our kids are tougher than we were. We just didn't have coconut oil hibiscus detanglers and clementine buttercream leave-in conditioners. There was blue grease and pink lotion. So there.
The theme of Aria's birthday party was Moon & Stars, a combination of two of her great loves: flying through space and singing loudly through our flat.
Party planning is not my forte. I can admit that.
And though planning her party was certainly eventful, it doesn't really make for a good (or funny) enough story so I will not bore you with the details. Instead, join me, dearest Reader as we scroll through the photo album on my phone, eat left over banana cake and celebrate the fact that:
THE TERRIBLE TWOS ARE O-V-E-R!!!!!!!
David just chuckled at this and said, "Praise God."