IRiley

This weekend we celebrated R's, 8th birthday. It's hard for me to believe she's getting so big already. Friday was her actual birthday, so after school we loaded up in the van and headed to the mall to get her ears pierced. When I was growing up, it was a family and tradition that 12 was the year of piercings. After much thought, and a lot of begging on R's end, we decided that she was old enough and responsible enough to take care of this right of passage.
She was nervous while we waited as the jeweler set up, but she never wavered from her decision to do it. When the moment come, she grabbed my hands, crinkled her face and squeezed. Then it was over. Not a tear or a flinch was made. I'm so proud of her.



Saturday it was time to celebrate...
Normally, we have a family cook-out style party with a few of R's friends there to enjoy the fun. This time we did it a little different. R had been asking for a sleepover...ICarly style. So, four 7 or 8 year old girls come over to eat spaghetti tacos, make sculptures and do some random dancing...complete with a pancake and bacon breakfast the next morning.