A birthday and a fit

Today was a big day in our household. Big A celebrated her 5th birthday. She started the day with breakfast in bed and then received her coveted American Girl doll, Julie. She was the happiest of happy girls. Then J picked up munchkins for her to share at school and she got to be queen for the day, choosing the book for storytime, lineleader and whatever else qualifies as preschool prestige.

Speaking of preschool, we're down to a week and a half left of the school year. My girl has come a long way since she started in September as a shy 4-year-old. She has blossomed academically and socially, now running up to hug her friends and being excited to attend birthday parties and playdates. She even asked if she could invite her teachers over for dinner one night! I will miss those wonderful ladies who have helped give her this new-found confidence and joy in learning.

When I picked the girls up from school today, Little A had not taken a nap and she had woken up at 6 a.m. this morning (as is her new usual, sob). So it was no surprise that she seemed a little cranky. She insisted on getting in the car on her sister's side, then plopped in the middle of the car and wouldn't budge. Long story short, by the time we got home, she was in hysterics or having a "fit" as we call it around here.

I took her upstairs to her room for a time out and then went downstairs to give her some time to cool off. Eventually her screams tapered off and then I didn't hear anything else. I went upstairs to check it out and found this right at the top of the staircase:

Yup, she passed out - stone cold. And being the good mom that I am, of course I grabbed the camera immediately to document it:

Hee, well at least I know that tiredness causes fit which is useful, if obvious, information.

Kids - gotta love 'em. In the five years that I've now been a mom, I've been through so many ups and downs. And honestly? They never stop surprising me, making me crazy, making me laugh and most of all, making my heart grow.