Here it is March 23, and I'm just writing about Middlest's birthday, which was on the seventh. Poor middle child. Always overlooked.
Her day started by asking for cinnamon toast for breakfast. Who was I to refuse?
After lunch, it was time for the party. She had wanted a gymnastics one, so we rented a local place here. As it turned out, only two of her friends came. The kids were off school the week before, so that may have had something to do with it. But no one even replied that they weren't coming. That part was disappointing, but she still had a blast with the two boys that showed up and her sisters.
Julie had made her a mermaid cake, which she loved.
The party was two hours, but only one hour of gymnastics. Needless to say cake and presents didn't take an hour. So we brought along the Uno game. It was intense.
They all slept well that night though. And Middlest said it was her best birthday ever, which is what really matters.
It is hard to believe she is seven though. She is a lot of fun and has a quirky personality and an infectious giggle. She has her own sense of style and doesn't care what others think. The more animal prints the better. She is incredibly smart and can't get her hands on enough books. We are incredibly proud of her and love her to bits. Later.