June 4th, 2007
“Stee-op!, Noo Birt-day-e!” Dascha screamed in the Russian Restaurant, Pomegranate, as they told her, in Russian, that her birthday was on Monday. Until today, our little girl has not celebrated a birthday, and even though she had a general idea of what it was, it terrified her. She was very agitated Friday night and misbehaved all day Saturday. When she overheard us talking to people about it on Sunday she became very still and nearly angry.
This morning, the children woke, but remained still in bed. Tanya and I entered the room at 7 and saw our two little ones awake in bed. Tanya picked up Nikolai and we began to sing “Happy Birthday” to Dascha. Our sweet girl is not quite as “sweet” when she gets out of bed so her initial reaction to the song was a grumpy face and a swash of the hand.
Undeterred, we continued to sing beckoning Dascha to follow us. Awaiting in the living room was a pile of presents and instantly Birthday’s became a very good thing for our daughter. The rest of the morning she would repeat, often, “Birt-day-e goo-ad, da! Appy Birt-day-e!”
To you, my sweet Dascha, Happy Birthday!