Big S turned 5 this weekend. On the eve of the big day I sat with her as she watched television. Soon after she came to live with us I had put my arm around her and asked “Who’s my number one girl?”

“Not me” she had replied. I deflated. “Why not?” I asked.

She looked at me tolerantly and explained “Well Daddy, I’m four so I’m your number four girl”.

With her fifth birthday imminent I returned to the subject. “This is your last day as my number four girl”

She squeezed my hand “Why?”

“Because tomorrow you’ll be five”

“But can I still stay here? I don’t have to go do I?”

When I was her age I looked forward to birthdays gripped by an excited greed. It never occurred to me that she might be thinking that her birthday could be the cue for her to be moved on again.

“This your home now. You can stay here forever” She looked at me for a moment and then turned her attention back to Zingzillas.

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One aspect of parenthood is having to re-calibrate your scale of oddness.

Yesterday was a rare sunny day. We filled a paddling pool in the garden for the girls and they shuttled in and out of the house as whim took them.

As I sat reading the paper Little S walked past me saying “Hello Daddy”. I glanced up to find her naked save for two disney princess stickers – each one carefully placed on a nipple.

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This is what I was gazing up at this evening. Taking the photo involved holding my Canon S90 to the viewing lens on my telescope. I had not thought it would work anything like as well as this.

Hope you were happy in the moonshine wherever you were.

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