On Saturday, I took Diva to a birthday party where she bowled for the first time. She was very excited to bowl, and I knew she was going to have a good time. We picked out a ball upon our arrival and made our way to the appointed lanes. As the children were lining up to bowl, I gave Diva her ball to hold.

To her, it weighed a million tons and there would be no way she could roll it down the lane. So she cried and cried. I’m often perplexed by this behavior although I shouldn’t be. I didn’t want to learn how to swing or ride my bike because I was afraid it would be too hard and I would fail.

I put her on my knee and talked to her. I reassured her that she was going to be able to do it like the other children. Then I told her if she wanted we could leave. After her crying got louder, I informed her that we were not going to stay if she was going to throw a fit because that would ruin the little girl’s party. I know I was probably too harsh.

In the end, she decided to try. And what do you know, she did it! She ended up having a good time. The arcade was a little disappointing since the claw machine was less than generous, but her favorite ride, the rollercoaster, was there, so it was fine.

This is the same girl, mind you, who told me the very next day that anything is possible with a little imagination.

Jumpshot has been accompanied by his own little soundtrack lately. I have to say he LOVES music. He plays his MP3 and Napster players constantly. He’s slowly morphing into a teen, and I’m a little sad about it. He’s growing up so fast.

The rest of the week is a blur. I spent most of the week practicing with fondant and putting together a tiered cake, both of which I’ve never done. I didn’t sleep as much as I needed – a constant battle for me. But the hard work paid off. I can’t wait to show you how it all came out tomorrow.

Sorry this is a little late. I hope you will forgive me.