We have been "coaching" M. to not grow a year older for, ah about 4 years now. "Forever Four", "Forever Five", "Stay Six", "Stay Seven" we chant each year but it is not working. She keeps getting bigger and older. She is my absolute last baby and I need for each year to be a double year from 4 on. I really enjoy the 4-9 year old. So to have two of each of these would be FABULOUS! Now if I could just wiggle my nose and make that happen. Oh well, the day has come and gone and M. turned EIGHT! She was delighted of course! We had a family lunch at Sticks and Stones for some yummy pizza and lots of presents! Then a trip to the party store to get huge, orange balloons inflated along with some regular balloons for the party. A party with girls AND BOYS! Eleven of each at an inflatable party place. We also got the black light/glow stick option to amp up the fun. It was frenetic, loud, not nearly long enough, and a whole lot of fun for the 2nd graders! The party was followed by a super secret sleepover for 5 of the girls. This is where the party started to loose a little bit of its luster. It was too much. M. was tired, the girls were loud, rowdy and a few were high maintenance. It was the L O N G E S T sleepover of my life. Eleven hours and they only slept for less than six. The bottom line- no more sleepovers with that many girls! (And probably not after a great party!)
