Birthday eve, ready for bed. Still seven. Photo bombing by 5-year-old brother.
Birthday morn, in her new favourite outfit (from Grandma Alice). This is the dog who loves to pose. The other dog was lounging nearby, unwilling to join in.
Pancakes for breakfast, then presents. Everyone got a birthday crown.
I also got an early morning visit to the dentist (no cavities!). And now we're prepping the house for a major non-birthday-non-fun-related project. I'll tell you about it tomorrow. The excitement never ends around here. The birthday girl is being very accomodating and understanding, and we're trying not to let it take over the celebration.
"Every morning, I get up, get dressed, and check the mirror to see if my outfit is appropriate -- for me. If it's not, I go and change." Fooey is our earliest riser, arriving downstairs every morning with brushed hair and a happy "good morning!", ready for the day. She is highly organized, friendly and fun but also independent and quietly creative. She is far and away our most decorative and styling child, with a strong sense of personal taste. She would like to be a veterinarian when she grows up. I think she can do anything she puts her mind to (her dad would agree).
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