My oldest daughter's birthday was a couple of weeks ago (and yes, I know I still owe you a Letter and some pics...) and as with any 4-year old birthday girl, she was the receiver of many gifts from her little friends and loving relatives. Toys with lots of loud sounds and many tiny pieces that I've managed to step on in the middle of night - just how many pieces comes with that Cootie game anyway?! I'm also still finding Dora stickers that have managed to miss the vacuum and end up stuck to the bottom of my feet, but anyway...
So every day, she digs into her stash and brings me another toy to release from the imprisonment of its packaging. Seriously now - when did it become so important to practically need a deadbolt cutter and a secret password to get these things out of their boxes? I peeled off more tape from one Dora toy than I used to wrap all of my Christmas gifts. For the past three years. One particular cash register set required a Phillip's head screwdriver - just to get it out of the box. I seriously was expecting to find some real money tucked away in the cash drawer considering the means I had to go to just to take it out of the box. And those wire things they insist on threading through the toy, around the wheels, out the other side, around Dora's neck (a little creepy there)? Those require a pre-medication of a little Pinot Grigio to take the edge off of the frustration.
I sit here now and look at the pile of toys that await me, that are whispering "Help me!" "Free me from this cruelty!" and all I can do is take a deep breath in and sigh, as I've only just begun on this journey that is motherhood. There are still many birthdays and holidays to come that will be filled with toys and dolls and games that are wired in, taped tightly, and probably rigged with some detonator if undone incorrectly.
Speaking of another birthday, my baby girl turns two *gasp* in just over a month!
I'll be ready; armed with a box of tissues (she is my baby), a pair of pliers, and in case of emergency... a sledgehammer.