My B turned SIX. It seems like a turning point. No longer a toddler. Preschooler. Kindergartner. She is a school-age child who dreams big and loud.
It is with the usual hoopla that we celebrated another birthday. I don't know if it's because it's in the summer and I'm home from work, but we seem to do lots for anniversary of her birth each year.
We've had a family BBQ each summer where the Hubs and I invite both sides, which ends up being quite a lot of people. We also invited a few friends this year too, which made for good fun. Then on Tuesday, it was our traditional b-day doughnut with a candle and morning presents. She was confused at first, wondering who had joined Catherine (her doll on the right) for a party. Is it mine? She was shocked. An American Girl doll was waiting at the party, just for her. Now she will be able to find a doll that's her very own when the catalog comes in the mail. She has two friends that can sit at the table and share clothes and secrets. It's all very fun!
In the afternoon, we took cupcakes to friends at daycare and then headed off to a local hotel to enjoy their super-fun water park. An overnight stay and another swim in the morning left us all tired and in need of a nap!
Then it was Wednesday. And my baby girl was SIX. She said it over and over. I'm not five any more. It's something that has her very excited. Going to first grade. Impatiently waiting to lose her first tooth. Hoping to pass the swim test to ride the water slide at the Y. There's something magical about this age. If her birthday was any indication, we are in for another terrific year.
Six roses for six sweet years