My baby. My first, tiniest, sweetest, girliest, most cuddled, most anticipated and feared, baby. Is six. 6 years old.
Now she's a prancing, fancy, sweet, girly, smiling, not at all cuddly, not at all feared, big girl. Not even remotely a baby anymore. In two years she'll get baptized. In ten years she'll date and drive and all that - but let's not go there yet.
When I woke her up this morning I said "Happy Birthday!" And the first words out of her mouth were, "I'm six!" I agreed with her and then she added, "Right now!"
Before she left for school less than an hour later, she had already used the "Since it's my birthday..." angle to get what she wanted at least a dozen times.
She's nobody's fool.
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Yeah! Happy Birthday Naomi! I sure hope she has a fantastic time.
I actually checked your blog to see how it the film was last night - I'd heard it was a bit scary, so I'm curious how Naomi did.
sweet!
time flies!
She's beautiful!... And "since it's her birthday" I think she deserves her picture posted along with this post. :)
Have a wonderful Naomi's Birth-day everyone!
Oh, believe me, Clyde. There will be pictures. But wait until later today when I post pictures from her Fancy Nancy/tea/dress up/birthday party.
Can't wait!... A tea party: just such a elegant and girly event where you enjoy yummy, tiny food while you delightfully chatt away with love ones - In my world it's a sweet way of earning part of your womanhood. :)
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