Monday, November 9, 2009

8 is the magic number.

The morning began with a flourish of hushed whispers, tight hugs, and an abundance of forehead kisses. "Mom, it's my birthday". Today is my party, and it's really MY birthday". Olivia woke up before the sun and came to our bed first thing in the morning to stake claim to the day that has been hers for the last eight years. We had been talking about it all week and she knew that the phatest (is that a word? phatest? not sure, I might have just made that up. oh well...anyway...) party on earth was going to begin in a few hours, and she did not want to miss one moment of it. Once the streamers were strung, the balloons were blown, and every one had on their jammies, Olivia's pajama jammie jam was on. And if I must say so myself, the party was off the chain!!!

Everyone was instructed to wear their pajamas to this pretend sleep over, they brought their pillows, and we we even had a sleepover cake.

Yeah. I made this myself. What.

*side note: As a reminder to parents, I put a note in the invitation that said "this is NOT a sleepover", it was only pretend. I did not want parents confused and thinking they could leave their children overnight. I know some of my friend were X-CITED about the sleepover party, and planning their adult night out. Until they read the note, and realized they had to come back and get their kids. Ahem....Priscilla... : )

The girls got to decorate their little skirt purses, everybody loved this.

Then we had a pajama fashion show, where all the ladies walked down the hallway, I mean runway, and modeled their pj's in the fiercest way possible. After that we played freeze dance where all the "single ladies" busted a move to Beyonce.

Finally we had cake, painted fingernails, and everyone played until moms and dads came to pick them up. The party was so much fun. We had just enough activities, just enough food, and just enough time to make this party unforgettable. I hope Olivia had as much fun as I did.

Shout out to my mom and sister (Auntie J) for all the help with the party, you both know I couldn't have done it without you. ♥

The day ended with her riding her new healy's to her bedroom, off to sleep and dream of the perfect 8 year old birthday party.

Olivia, I can't believe that you are eight. I can't believe that my original baby girl is growing up. It seems like you are heading at the speed of light toward teenagerville. It seems like just yesterday you were fresh out the box and the doctor was laying you on my chest. I was so so happy. So joyful at the life your dad and I had created, so happy to see you for the first time, so in awe at the responsibility that God had given us in that moment. You are the one I learned how to be a good mom with, you are the one who continues to school me in new things, it's because of you that when things come up with your brother and sister I am an old pro. I love you baby girl, you are my sunshine, and don't you ever forget it. God's got His hand on you, and I know you can feel it. Love you forever....Mom

No comments:

Post a Comment