Girliness is EIGHT

I can't believe she's eight. Time flies, eh? It really doesn't feel like it has been that long since I first became a parent. Eight years. Wow.

My daughter is awesome.

She chose to have a party at Odyssey, a play-zone place the kids all really like. So that's what we did.

The kids all had fun. But they were running around like nuts and I didn't get any good pictures, except for the bit of time BittyPrincess spent enjoying an air jet:



We "kidnapped" a few neighbor kids and brought a vanload down to the party. Everyone had fun, it was great...and I had a flat tire on the way home, on a highway that was under construction (read: oh crap, what shoulder?). It turns out there probably wasn't any better place for a flat that day. We found a nice widened place to stop where we weren't threatened by passing cars, we had a man stop to help, and it turned out that the worst part of the whole ordeal was the chill of the wind. I'd even grabbed food for all the kids on the way home, so they sat in the van and munched and joked, and didn't really have a problem with it.

We had a repeat performance of Girliness' birthday later in the evening when Fran got home. And then again yesterday when we found a present I'd bought for her and misplaced.

She is proudly telling everyone she is EIGHT. This isn't a birthday that holds any real significance for me psychologically, but I think it is extra-important to her for some reason. Enjoy your year, Girliness. Don't rush into preteen too fast.