Turning Seven

Today was my youngest's birthday. Today was also "Take Your Child to Work Day". DH's office actually had a special program for all the children coming to work with their parents. They also had an age limit. Ages 8 - 18. So youngest DD missed it by a year. Oldest DD and Middle DD went to work with Dad, DS went to school (he hates to miss school - seriously), and youngest DD had to go to school - on her birthday.

So I emailed the teacher this morning and I picked up DD at lunch time and we went to McDonald's for lunch. Then I dropped her off at school again because I needed time to finish her cake.

DD came home with a large poster that her classmates had created. The teacher traced her body and all the students wrote something nice about her on the poster. She got to color herself in. We hung the poster on the dining room wall - just for the night.

Grandma and Grandpop came for the family dinner. The menu was chosen by youngest DD: Mashed potatoes and fruit salad. I added individual meat loaves and green peas.

Following the family meal, we retired to the family room to watch youngest DD open her gifts.

Surrounded by her loot. She's ready to rip into the packages.

Nerf protection for the DS. Something she definitely needs.

Oh my, who was cruel enough to give her clothes as a gift. Umm yeah, it was me.

I do enjoy watching her read.

Another Webkinz. Apparently you can't have too many of those.

Good thing she got that DS for Christmas or we just wouldn't know what to get her.

Yep, she needs new clothes. Check out the hole in the jeans. Sigh.

Hmm, show us what you really think of the gift.

And a Barbie cake followed dinner. Why Barbie? I'm not sure. I think she just likes the pan. She doesn't actually play with Barbies that I can see. Although I do occasionally find some tucked under her pillow. But hey, a pan that comes with a plastic doll cut out, what's not to love!?! At this point I've used the pan for all of my children. Oh wait, nope, haven't used it for my son - hmm, perhaps I'll have to save it for a bachelor's party sometime in the distant, distant future.

That just might work.