Hannah turned 9 years old. That's what she said to me this morning. After jumping out of bed at 6:20 a.m., she ran into my room and said, "Today's my birthday! At 2:39 I'll be 9 years old!!!"
We sent her off to school today carrying a huge bag of popcorn balls and a whole lot of cheer.
When I got home from work, I hung a Happy Birthday sign on our front porch, and when her bus pulled up, I heard her yell, "Look!" and she was excitedly pointing at the front porch.
Then she came flying across the front yard yelling, "It's my birthday! It's my birthday!"
She then opened her gift...a new American Girl doll. This time she got Ivy, the best friend to her current American Girl Doll. She was very excited to receive this unexpected gift.
After Hannah's soccer practice, we went to TGI Friday's for dinner and a cup of dirt (her favorite desert). There, they sang to her. 
At first I was like, "Why would she say '2:39'?" Then it dawned on me--she has been reading her baby scrapbook and I must have written that in there. So I said, "Well, I guess you need to go back to bed and stay asleep until 2:39 because 9 years ago, you weren't awake yet." She didn't find that to be a desirable option. ;-)
We sent her off to school today carrying a huge bag of popcorn balls and a whole lot of cheer.
When I got home from work, I hung a Happy Birthday sign on our front porch, and when her bus pulled up, I heard her yell, "Look!" and she was excitedly pointing at the front porch.
Then she came flying across the front yard yelling, "It's my birthday! It's my birthday!"
She then opened her gift...a new American Girl doll. This time she got Ivy, the best friend to her current American Girl Doll. She was very excited to receive this unexpected gift.
After Hannah's soccer practice, we went to TGI Friday's for dinner and a cup of dirt (her favorite desert). There, they sang to her.
And, if they didn't sing to her, she would have been very sad. As soon as we entered the restaraunt, she made sure every employee knew it was her birthday.
Finally, at 9:00 (one hour past her bedtime) the birthday girl hit the sack as one happy, content, pooped puppy!
Happy Birthday child of mine!!
2 comments:
I feel like a tool!!! I remembered her birthday all day and was going to call her tonight and it slipped my mind until after 9pm. I can't believe I forgot to call her!!! We will call her tomorrow so she can tell me about her American Girl doll - I guess an outfit would be a good present to get then?
So sweet! I love the picture of her getting off the bus and running in. Funny how special something as simple as a banner can be : ) I can't believe she is 9 years old!!!
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