Phoebe has been not-so-patiently waiting for her turn to have a birthday. It was quite the long wait for her, too, since her birthday is the very last one in the calendar year. I'm not sure what knowledge she remembered about birthdays prior to this year (though somehow she already knows a troubling amount of information about Santa—mostly that there is a man named Santa, who is very recognizable in his suit of red, who is supposed to bring her exciting presents. Why does she know this? I can't say. But she does), but she was reintroduced to the idea of birthdays on Zoë's birthday in May and she instantly fell in love with the idea.
Presents? Cake? Everybody singing to you in an adoring fashion?
These were traditions she could get behind!
There are, as you're probably aware, 365 days in a typical year. We managed to cram all of our birthdays into 174 days, so after experiencing a dearth of birthday celebrations between Phoebe's birthday last year and Zoë's birthday this year, Phoebe not only had to wait 174 days until her birthday...she also had to watch everyone else have a birthday before her!
That was hard for her, but her siblings let her share in their joy, allowing her to give a few tugs (or a big rip) at their wrapping paper (depending on how generous they were feeling), and cake is for everyone, so...it's not like she was missing out on a whole lot.
Today she decided to dress up in her ladybug flamenco dress (passed down from Miriam, originally sent from Spain by Aunt Marie) because she loves ladybugs. She's pretty easy to shop for because she loves so many things! Auntie K sent her a cup, bowl, and plate set (as well as a box of bandaids) with Grogu on them, which Phoebe was very excited about.