My firstborn turned 8 today. It was kind of bittersweet. She has reached the age of accountability. I thought I was a basket case when she started Kindergarten...then again when she lost her first tooth. Now this. I pray that I have taught her right from wrong and now have to teach her about repentance and forgiveness. That is enough to tear any mother's heart up.
Much to my chagrin, Jeremy bought her a large case of Jelly Bellys--her recent favorite with the exception of cinnamon and black licorice, those go straight to her mom. The night before he surprised her with a dictionary and they read and looked up words just to see if they were in there.
We picked up little Rylee and headed to the Treehouse to play for a bit. We were lucky to go early because EVEN though I worked there through my college years and participated in the Pirate Party every Labor Day, it somehow slipped my mind. As we were leaving the line to get in wrapped outside the door. Insane. It was never that busy when I worked there.
You may notice a profound absence of my Tessie. She was camping with Grandma. Nuf said.
Just my Milia spinning and falling. I love her...even with those 'tween hormones.
Amelia and her cake. Amelia has been into fairies. She has her fairy garden, she plays them at recess, she and Rylee have this ongoing story about fairies. It is quite amusing. She adores them. So we decided to go with a fairy cake. I don't make cakes...they stress me out...so at our house, cakes come from Target. Same with Halloween costumes. Don't call me Martha.
Could they be any prettier?
A sampling of her cousins and her friends.
Blowing out her candles...it is a shocker that she was able to do this. I opened up the package of candles and most of them were broken! Hence, the reason there are a couple of candles that are an inch high.
We gave a piece to Sophie. I thought it would be good practice for her first birthday. Maybe I should let her feed herself more. You think?