Stop! NOW! Before we get to double digits.
p.l.e.a.s.e.... pretty please, with sugar on top?
No more growing. It's not cool. Really.
Love, Mom
Molly turned 9 today.
We had a lovely birthday party. She requested ladybug cookies instead of cake. (I'm not brainwashing my children against cake just because I don't happen to like it. If they find a cute recipe book with alternative party food at the library, and I bring it home and ask which is their favorite, that's just coincidental.)
I'm pretty sure all of her wishes came true.
Anna gave Molly a stuffed animal. (Molly has had this cute pink bear since she was born...but Anna's too young to know that. It's the thought that counts, right?)
Jill gave her a beautiful ring which she made herself. It bears the inscription "Love". It's good to have a sister who is also your best friend.
Molly also received some rollerblades from Dad and Mom. She tried them out right away, but discovered that the sidewalk is harder than it looks. She'll be amazing by next week, I'm sure.
We were very lucky to have our only Smith cousin in town to visit. Baby D is very handsome, isn't he?
I'm not biased just because he looks so much like another handsome Smith boy who shall remain nameless until next week.
I love you, Molly!
