and, while we are pretending, i would like to pretend that my first baby is not already seven. seven. it is so hard to believe. and, as always, said birthday came on the heels of the first week of preschool. it was an insanely busy week of an insanely busy month that began with two children starting/returning to school. we talked about what she might want for her birthday party and her answers were . . . not what i was expecting. most of them were expensive or ridiculous or random. i almost thought she didn't want to have a party. i threatened several times to not have a party at all to which she would baulk and roll her eyes and act like the world was ending. (seven, remember.) so, the week of her birthday we decided to wait and do her party the next week and we decided to make it small and something totally her--a crafting party with her closest friends.
we finished up with the girls decorating their own cupcakes and carter opening her presents.
i think all the girls had fun making things and hanging out. and when they were all gone, one lingered a little longer to enjoy her cupcake.