My little Chiquita Banana turned 8 on Saturday, September 8. Can you believe it?!?! Mama’s little bundle of joy is no longer all that little – though she still brings much joy!
I’d already warned her that she was not having a birthday party this year. I don’t have any hard and fast rules about when she will/will not have a party – I just knew I didn’t feel like it this year. She’s a party animal, but she took the news well. I told her that she and a friend or two could do something – movies, pizza, Chuck E Cheese, whatever. She chose…rollerskating with her two cousins. She also invited a girl from school, but the child’s mom never called me back.
So Saturday afternoon, I scooped up the girls and we headed over to a new skating rink that a black lady has opened. I figured we’d give it a shot. Well…it was nice. For the most part. There’s a lounge with TVs and pool tables, a “shake it” room for dancing, and the skating rink. But there’s no carpet! You know how most rinks have a carpeted area for you to put your skates on and get your bearing? Yeah, none of that. And no rail to hold on to. And the rink was concrete. I grew up skating on concrete sidewalks, but every rink I’ve ever been to has had wood floors. Have I mentioned that none of us are expert skaters?
Anyhoo, Smoochy met us there (straight off the road) and the grand plan was for the girls to skate their little hearts out. They were all terrified because of the aforementioned issues, but everyone gave it a go. And then they asked me to skate. Um…okay.
So I got my never-really-been-a-great-skater self some skates and took a few slow, but cool laps around the rink. And then. I fell. And that ish hurt! But I’d been telling the girls that falling was a part of it and they had to get up and try again. So I willed myself to ignore the pain and kept skating. But I can’t lie – I didn’t want to!
Anyhoo, we skated for a couple of hours and then went back to house for a birthday dinner of tacos and all the trimmings. The younger girls played with old and new toys alike while my older niece (almost 13) raided my nail supplies and gave herself a mani/pedi. She also sweet talked me out of a few bottles of polish and my new dotting tool. Kid better be glad I love her!
And that, was birthday number 8. My chick was moving so fast that I didn’t even take the picture we’ve taken of every year – her sitting in “my” armchair. I’m going to rectify that this evening and we’ll just have to pretend it was taken on Saturday!