Happy birthday, C!

Since November, December and February are the only months our family members don't have birthdays, birthday season is definitely upon us.  Yesterday was C's big day.  She's 6.  I always say it's hard to believe that my kids have grown so much, but I think in C's case the growth is the most dramatic.  The odd (frankly), chicken-legged, scabies-covered, screaming baby girl we had thrust into our arms one April day in Haiti has blossomed into one of the most incredible people you could ever hope to meet.  She is quirky (in a good way!), hilariously funny, bright, and a natural at dancing and singing.  People who don't know her well don't realize that she is legally blind because she lets nothing get in her way.  She is such a blessing in our lives.  Phooey on the idiot doctor who examined her upon her entrance into the US and declared her nystagmus (an involuntary side-to-side movement of her eyes, associated with her albinism) an indication that she was "mentally retarded" (his words).  I'd like him to see her now.  

Special props go to my sister who rescued me by shopping for C's gifts and by baking a replacement cake after my massive cake fail.  (Mine is in the trash.)  She got all the baking genes in the family.