When I was doing my clinicals in an Alzheimers assisted living center for my CNA a while ago, there was a woman (with Alzheimers) who screamed incessantly about her shoes hurting her feet. So I would go in and pretend to stretch out her shoes, and then I'd reassure her that they would be much more comfortable now. Or I'd switch them out for slippers or another pair of tennis shoes. And for about 47 seconds she'd be fine, and then she'd start screaming again that they were squeezing her feet and someone needed to take them off immediately and why did everyone buy her shoes that were too small? This went on all day long. Every day.
I'm convinced that Amelia is that woman in child form. Except it is not just her shoes, it is everything. Everything. Her ski helmet, her bike helmet, all jeans, the coat Madeline just outgrew, any pants or shirts that have texture or buttons of any kind, any elastics in her hair. It is all soooo painful, how can she possibly be expected to survive with these things touching her body??? How?
This morning she changed pants twice because the first pants felt "weird." Then I did her hair, and she had a "headache" because it was too tight (it wasn't), but to stem the sobbing, I took it out and let her wear it down. Then her ski coat (the only coat she likes) was still damp, so I asked her to wear a coat that Madeline just outgrew. Guess what? It touches her arms in an uncomfortable way. And it's raining out, but she wouldn't wear her rain boots because they just aren't as comfortable as her Chucks. To comfort me when she's rejected my gentle nudging to wear something that is barely worn, she says "Maybe I'll wear it tomorrow."
I know my mom thinks this is hilarious, because I am the same way and I tormented her with it for my entire childhood. Really, the only two things different between Amelia and I are that I will occasionally sacrifice comfort for beauty, and I don't have my mom here forcing me to wear things that cause me excruciating pain every day.
Amelia chose her birthday party activities: pajamas, pinata, games, Wii Sing It (karaoke), and a movie. We showed the Pixar Shorts for 30 minutes at the end of the party to wind the kids down, at it made party pick-up easy since each of the shorts are only 2-3 minutes long.
Start out with a plain white cake mix (we used two) and a goofy six-year-old face. 
Color batter with concentrated gel food coloring.
Pour into 9" pans in concentric circles 
Leftovers for tie-dyed cupcakes
How pretty is that? Makes doing the dishes not so bad.
I had leftover dipped candles from Madeline's birthday party last year (thanks Joanne!), but I only had five. And Amelia is six. So at the last minute (after the photos) we stuck in a plain white sixth candle for her to blow out.
Most of the kids thought they wanted cupcakes until I cut the first piece of cake. Then they were hit by the rainbow explosion and the cake became far more popular. 
Yesterday I was driving to the gym after going to an appointment. It was about 11:00, a GORGEOUS day, and I realized the windowless gym didn't sound so good. And I couldn't think of any reason why I shouldn't be skiing right then. An hour later, I was taking my first run down the slopes. How much do I love living here?
The crud hit our house this week. Luckily the girls have just had fevers. I got the full-blown version of the crud, and Kolby has been a lifesaver. He worked from home yesterday, bought the entire aisle of cold/flu meds at the grocery store for me, took us Sunday night to urgent care for Tamiflu (which we didn't get because we have a "random" virus, not the actual flu. Did you know that they have to tickle your brain with a very long cotton swab to determine that?). He's fed, bathed, cooked, cleaned, taken Madeline to/from school, and kept me stocked with drugs and licorice tea. He's a keeper.