Somehow time got away from me and my baby turned six. Whoever said, "Babies don't keep" couldn't have been more spot on. She's my baby, but she's not a baby. She's a little lady.
With baseball season upon us, I told her we'd need to celebrate her birthday early. So ten days before she turned six, I lost my mind and let 11 girls come to play. It was loud. It was wild. No one died. I survived....barely.
I called a lady less than a week before her birthday and said to make a cake. I didn't care what it looked like. It was cute!
One was hiding...
This was the first time since she turned one that I allowed presents at a party. I now remember why we don't do gifts.
Daddy had to be in Jackson on her real birthday, February 23, so they had a date a few days before to Ya-Ya's frozen yogurt in Oxford.
We also had a Grandma party at Puh's house.
The day before her birthday we didn't have school because there was still snow evidence. So we celebrated at the Mexican restaurant. Last year she wanted to be pied in the face. This time she wasn't happy with me, despite the smiles.
She even told her gymnastics teacher it was her birthday! They sang.
The last day being 5!
I like to decorate for special days....
Even though it wasn't Christmas, she needed a run through!
Opening gifts while the sun comes up and via FaceTime with Daddy. I wish people knew all politicians give up and miss out on by serving their people. He missed her birthday.
And I surprised her with a sign. She was very pleased.
On her real birthday I sent snacks. She said she was embarrassed when they sang to her!
