My first born, my sweet, sweet, Isabella is turning five on Fat Tuesday. I cry every year she turns another year older. I am not sad that she is getting older. I just reflect on everything she went through to get here, to be a soon-to-be five year old little girl. She is a beautiful little girl with a head full of beautiful brown curls. She has a giggle that should packaged and sold to baby doll makers. She is so bright. Her catch phrases are, “TOTALLY” and, “yeah sure!” She is adorable. Her best friend is her 11 month younger brother, Cruz. She calls him, Cruz-cito. She has loved him from the very beginning. When I would give her a snack she would say thank you and run off and give it to Cruz and then come back and get one for herself. When people would say hello to her she would always look over to her brother to introduce him. She was always fair and equal when it came to Cruz. Today they are so close. They play together all day. Sometimes it is a disadvantage to me though because they master mind schemes that leaves my house in shambles. She still drinks a full cup of milk every night before bed, just like she did as a baby. She has the most feminine features of any little girl I know. She has beautiful arms and legs and long fingers. She has a year round tan and chocolate brown eyes. When I was a little girl I had two beautiful Barbie’s of the World with fancy, lacy, Mexican dresses. These dolls had curly, chocolate, brown hair. I used to admire the hair on my dolls and wish I had been blessed with hair like my dolls. Then I was blessed with Isabella.

Thank goodness I fell in love with her handsome Latino daddy! Now I have the babies of my dreams! They have his strong structure, sparkling smile, and generous heart. 

I have a homemade pinata drying down stairs. I can’t wait to put the color on it tomorrow. I have a cake ordered that is “Brave” themed. The only thing I don’t have is a gift! I totally spaced it! So I guess I will be making a trip to the store tomorrow! 

So for two more days I will have two, four year old’s and one, two year old! Then Fat Tuesday will be my last day of facebook for 40 days! That is right! For Lent I decided to go on a facebook-fast. So I guess I will be more active on my blog and Pinterest (no, no, that was a joke! That would defeat the purpose). 

So wish me luck in preparing my five year old for school and wishing her a happy birthday. I have started waking myself up early and working my way up to 5:00 a.m. I have also been collecting inspiration for little girl’s hair styles. I always wanted a little girl to be able to play with her beautiful hair and now I finally have a chance since her hair is grown out! 

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