Anna knew for quite some time the things she would like for her birthday. A bigger bike (she needed one), her ears pierced (she is my girly girl), and a Rubik's cube (she is also fond of puzzles). Her grandmother gave her some money to pick out a new leotard for gymnastics. I looked at her the other day as she breezed past me and I saw that she is growing without my permission. I keep thinking of her as my little girl. She is now older than Ben ever got to be and maybe that is why I try not to notice that she is nine.
|Let's just say that I will never have a lucrative career as a cake decorater.|
|It didn't really matter how they looked, they tasted delicious and they held the candles nicely.|
|My Anna Rose is growing up.|
|It's not pink! That was a major requisite for her new bike. She is tolerating the streamers.|
Oh, my feisty three year old! All she wanted for her birthday was candy. And we all knew it. She reminded us frequently. She got other things too, I promise. Keeping with the sugar theme, the other thing she requested was a blue butterfly cake. Luckily, one of my friends had a cake pan shaped like a butterfly. I let her add the blue sprinkles to her heart's content. Three is funny, feisty, bossy, affectionate, opinionated, laughing, tantrum-throwing, "I do it myself", singing, and exhausting!
|Dancing with her new guitar. As music majors, both Tony and I approve of this one. It actually plays real chords recorded by an actual guitar.|
|"Pleeease can I put the sprinkles on now?"|
And then there is just life going on, making for full days and one tired, happy mama.
|She found these beauties at a yard sale for 50 cents. They are on the wrong feet and they are 2 sizes too big.|
|This is the face he makes a lot!|
|I prefer this sweet face.|
|Peter loves his toothbrush. Jack is trying to be Abraham Lincoln.|
|The view from our porch Sunday night.|
|I wish I had a tripod. I could not hold the camera still.|
|Fresh salsa from tomatoes I bought locally. Mine were a complete failure this year.|