Well, my newborn is now 7. I woke her up when I got home from work and she sleepily said "Am I taller? I think I might be". Love. That. Kid.
She had a great bday party at her gymnastics studio. BIG bummer, when xH went to cut her ice cream cake (that she specifically ordered), it contained dreaded Oreos. I had ordered the cake without, but the 14 yr old taking my order forgot. She was devastated. Cried a bit, but recovered. Gift opening was amazing. She was very gracious to everyone, read cards out loud, and thanked the entire room when she was done.
The oreos are now a 'joke' and we had a little redo yesterday (smaller cake with NO oreos).
xH was very helpful at the party. Besides his comment that it was too loud (umm...yeah...did you notice the 18 kids?). But he helped cut the cake (frozen solid), packed everything up, put it in my car, and just basically helped out. The girls have been in gymnastics since August and he had to call me to find out where the party was. Sad. Sad. Sad. They LOVE it, and he has never seen them until Friday night. I could tell he was enjoying it.
Wrapped for four hours last night, completely finished.
