My baby turned 8 today.
"I'm not a baby, mom!"
Hey, this is my blog, I'll write what I want. Go away.
Anyway. It's her birthday. She's extra excited, because not only is she being tortured by having to wait until dad gets home to open her presents, but turning 8 also means she gets to be baptised this weekend. We are all super excited about that. Tons of family will be here, and it will be a general riot of a party. I can't wait!
Here she is with the earrings and pendant her Grandpa Hibbert sent.
I took pity on her tortured soul and let her open them before school. Unfortunately, since it has only been three weeks since she got her ears pierced, she has to wait a few more weeks to wear them.
"I can still wear the necklace though!"
Don't you have homework or clogging practice or something you should be doing?
"But this is about me, I need to make sure you say the right words!"
Hmmm. Good point.
How about these words: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MEGAN!!!