Today is the Day After Eve's Twenty-Third Birthday

Eve had dinner with two friends (from elementary school) who came from Toronto on Friday night, 

and yesterday she did a jewellery-making workshop with two friends from university. Sounds like it was really cool - she got to solder! 

Nicole (who is obviously the sweetest) reminded me yesterday (like she usually does) of this post from 2012.

Today is the day after Eve's ninth birthday

When I was pregnant for the second time, I waited anxiously to feel the baby start moving.

I'd done this once. I thought I knew what to expect.

Good heavens, I thought, what on earth is this?

Flutters? Please.

Kicks? Ha

It felt more like roundhouse haymakers.

Firecrackers in my belly.

Jack Dempsey going three rounds with my spine.

"Look, Baby," I said,

""Whatever it is, we can discuss it,"

"Is it the turkey sandwich? Would you prefer egg salad?"

"Are we talking a marked preference for reality television over vampire dramas?"

No answer.

Just a concerted effort to switch the positions of my liver and kidneys

My friends said "how does it feel?"

I said "it feels angry!"

I asked the doctor "is it all the pistachios?

Do you think I've made this baby........ NUTS?"

I looked at my strapping little boy and though

"Watch out, kiddo - this one's going to give you a run for your money."

The days turned, as they do

The baby inside came out, as ever they have.

The midwife said, "it's a girl!"

I said "WHAT??!!"

Then I though "SHE'S got some explaining to do.

I mean, really - what WAS all that?"

Now I look at her and think,

"If she only knew how wrong I was",

It's silly, really.

Because I should have known all along...

........that she was dancing.

Happy birthday, Crazy Baby.