Miss Bean is Five.
FIVE.
Holy Smokes.
Where has the last five years gone. Was I asleep?
So my big girl is five, will start school next year + wants to be an painting teacher when she grows up.
And now she is five, her Barbies have come home from their lengthy holidays.
{some of you asked for this story so here it is...}
Since Bean was able to say the word barbie, she started hounding Mr Mac + I for her own barbie.
And while I don't have major issues with barbie dolls, although I do feel there are better toys out there for girls, I just didn't feel they were appropriate for a two + a half year old.
Plus I just couldn't be assed changing the cloths 100 times a day, putting on the shoes that keep falling off + rescuing them from a well intentioned hair cut.
So Mr Mac + I decided that when she was five she could have a barbie, but while I managed to stop the barbie onslaught from relatives + friends, a few slipped through.Mean Mama that I am, I promptly sent them off on holidays, and they would come home when she was five.
So the night before her birthday I raced up to my mums, raided my old barbie stuff, found my sisters pink corvette + put them outside the front door, in the car with a suitcase.
When she came down stairs, I asked her to see who had been knocking at the door, it was really irritating me - this tapping, but I thought it was for her.
Her face - priceless! It made all the questions about when Barbies we coming home worth it.
So my beautiful Bean is now a 'big girl' - complete with her big girl attitude (and big girl tanties that go with it!)
Love Ya Jelly Bean!
