Sid's Birthday Celebration and the Dreaded Shots.

Sidney had her fifth birthday this week.  Grandma Terrell made her a birthday cake to celebrate the occasion.  To be fair to Grandma Karen, she also made a last minute game change for Grandma Terrell.  What had started as a request for a Doc McStuffins cake turned into a request for a Sofia the First cake at the eleventh hour.  Grandma rose to the challenge and produced an amazing cake.

 

Sidney spent an hour decorating for her party.  We all had to have name tags, very specific balloons, cups, plates, etc.  Kevin was the recipient of the "pink" horn.  He blew it with gusto.

Sidney was ecstatic to open her gifts.  She loved every one of them.

Kendall wrote her a very special card.  "Dear Sidney:  You have always been a very special little girl, but you are a big girl now."  Simple.  Sweet. 

Sidney relished every moment as Kendall read her the card.  I know that I have said it before, but one thing that I admire about the girls is that they both enjoy the moment.  When it is their special day, they savor and soak up every bit of it.

 

She huffed and she puffed and she blew all of her candles out.

Sidney insisted that we play pin the tail on the donkey.  She even got Grandma to join in the fun.  Both the girls got an absolute kick out of spinning us until we were super dizzy and laughed hysterically when we bumped into the walls on the way to the donkey's butt.

She is definitely five and "large and in charge".  Here she is telling everyone what they are supposed to do during the traditional birthday balloon volleyball match.

Giggling hard while Kendall reaches for the balloon.

And then the shots.  Oh my!  Most parents tell stories about how brave their children are and how there are no tears.  Not my Sidney.  No sir!  The doctor mentioned shots and she wailed.  Rather - screamed at the top of her lungs for over ten minutes.  I am quite sure that she scared every little child in the joint.  Then the poor nurse came in.  She was awesome, but I believe she certainly earned more than her pay that day.  I held Sidney in a human straight jacket while she writhed in agony and continued to release bloodcurdling screams.  I was sweating profusely and the nurse was trying to get Sidney's arm in a steady state.  I am sure it was quite the sight. 

When the nurse stuck the needle in, all crying and screaming ceased.  Sidney looked down at the needle, then over to the band aid the nurse had in her hand.  In her calmest voice she said, "But I wanted a sparkly band aid."  Seriously?  Was she brave?  Not so much.  Was she a big turkey?  Absolutely!