These girls are two weeks apart in age. They both started going to Terry's when their Mommy's maternity leaves were over. They have been friends their entire lives. I hope that never changes.
As of 7:03 p.m. this evening, she's officially 12.
Kylee wanted to sleep late this morning for her birthday and was glad your brother had spent the night with a friend so the house was quiet. As soon as she woke up, she wanted to know when we could go pick up Lindsey. Kylee wanted to spend the day with her BFF, and Lindsey's mom agreed. So while we got dressed, Joey went to get Blaine. She hadn't even gotten her presentfrom him yet! She acted like she wasn't happy to see him, but I know deep down she really was.
After getting Blaine and Lindsey and adding Mom Mom to the mix (Dad Dad is out of town), we took her to her lunch of choice, Red Lobster. (It was so so so windy outside, I didn't make her stop so I could get a picture of her with their sign. I knew it just wouldn't be a good picture anyway.) She and Mom Mom had their favoritesnow crab legs. Remember I told you Blaine spent the night with a friend? Well, he had a napfor lunch. After another round of HB2Uthose girls dug into that dessert like they hadn't been fed in months and this was their last meal.I'm not even kidding when I tell you that plate was empty in less than three minutes!
Then we were off to the movies.Thanks, Mom Mom!
Kylee has been wanting a hamster for a really long time, like since Blaine got Cowboy the skinny pig two (or three??) years ago. We totally need no more critters, so our answer has been no. Guess what she wanted to spend some of her birthday money on? You got it. After a long conversation about how it would be her money, her responsibility; how we would not feed him, give him water, or clean his cage; we took her to the pet store.She bought him a cage, food, bedding, everything he needed. His name is Rocket. I would show you a picture of Rocket, but his name has meaning. He is so so fast, there is no way to catch him in a picture. Maybe soon.
AFter taking Lindsey home, we came home for our nightly Sunday school-night ritual...except at 7:03, we screamed and jumped up and down for our 12-year old. Happy birthday, Kylee Bug!
How can you be 12?! Twelve years ago on this day, I held my first born 5lb baby girl in my arms while I held terror in my heart. I wanted to do everything so perfect for you, but I had no idea how I was going to pull that off. It was just you and I against the world. Twelve years later, I'm convinced you and I pulled it off together. While I taught you to walk and talk, you taught me the joys of this world.
Today, you are no longer my tiny baby but an amazing young lady. As I type this, you are in the other room giggling. Your laugh has changed so much. You now have the laugh you will probably have for the rest of your life. It's less baby or toddler sounding, but it is music to my ears, nonetheless. I love that sound!
What an amazing dancer you are, a skill you did not inherit from me. You have rhythm that doesn't quit. You can move your body in ways I only dreamed of moving mine. You also I have a dedication that doesn't quit. You do all you can to be at dance every time you are supposed to, even if it is six hours a week, and often after an already tiring day of school.
Although you can be so shy at times around people you don't know, your leadership skills still shine through. The teachers are always asking you to help them because they know they can count on you. You are always being picked for top honors at school. Almost every year of your seven school years, you were chosen for the top award of your class, the citizenship award. When you decide to go for something, you always achieve it.
Your heart for others is just like your Mom Mom's. You worry about people who are down. Even when you may not be having the best day, if somebody else is down, you will make yourself sick trying to make them feel better. You never forget a birthday. Like me, you set out to find the perfect gift and acheive it every time. I cannot express how that kind of selflessness makes my heart swell with pride.
The best two things I've done in my life are give birth to you and your brother. I could never have planned for, asked for, or created a better Diddy than you are to Blaine. I know he annoys you. I know sometimes you just wish he would go away. But your love for him surpasses it all. I could step out of the picture and be confident you would mother him just the way I would want him to be loved and mothered if I weren't around.
Kylee McK, the things I could write about you would fill all the books in the world. I could brag about you until eternity. So on this, your 12th birthday, I will leave you with my song to you. I love you, sweet girl!
Love, Mommy
In My Daughter's Eyes
In my daughter's eyes I am a hero I am strong and wise and I know no fear But the truth is plain to see She was sent to rescue me I see who I wanna be In my daughter's eyes
In my daughter's eyes everyone is equal Darkness turns to light and the world is at peace This miracle God gave to me gives me strength when I am weak I find reason to believe In my daughter's eyes
And when she wraps her hand around my finger Oh it puts a smile in my heart Everything becomes a little clearer I realize what life is all about
It's hangin' on when your heart has had enough It's giving more when you feel like giving up I've seen the light It's in my daughter's eyes
In my daughter's eyes I can see the future A reflection of who I am and what will be Though she'll grow and someday leave Maybe raise a family When I'm gone I hope you see how happy she made me For I'll be there In my daughter's eyes
Since Valentine's when we took Kylee to see Never Say Never, she and I has had TOTAL Bieber Fever. So much so, her 12th birthday party had a Justin Bieber theme, from the cake, to the goodie bags, to the decorations, to our shirts. She also decided to have her party at Roller Bomb.She, on a scale of 8 to 10, had an 8 scaled birthday party. When I asked her what would have made it a 10, she told that everybody that said they would come would have come. She really had nothing to complain about! (Not that she was complaining. It just goes well in my blog here) She had lots of great friends there.And, of course, her grandparents. It was, though, a typical middle school, girly party. Instead of playing tag, they held hands and made trains while skating.And instead of gifts of guns and balls, there was lots of homemade cards with money, girlie hair stuffand pink! And, of course, a little attitude. She was NOT thrilled with blowing out candlesthis year. I guess she's getting too old for that, too, but she did it for her Mama (or Mom or Mother. It is a middle school party, remember? so whatever she calls me that isn't ugly, I'll take)
Tomorrow she will officially be 12, but today was an 8 scaled 12th birthday party!
from him yet! She acted like she wasn't happy to see him, but I know deep down she really was.
snow crab legs. Remember I told you Blaine spent the night with a friend? Well, he had a nap
for lunch. After another round of HB2U
those girls dug into that dessert like they hadn't been fed in months and this was their last meal.
I'm not even kidding when I tell you that plate was empty in less than three minutes!
Thanks, Mom Mom!
She bought him a cage, food, bedding, everything he needed. His name is Rocket. I would show you a picture of Rocket, but his name has meaning. He is so so fast, there is no way to catch him in a picture. Maybe soon.
She, on a scale of 8 to 10, had an 8 scaled birthday party. When I asked her what would have made it a 10, she told that everybody that said they would come would have come. She really had nothing to complain about! (Not that she was complaining. It just goes well in my blog here) She had lots of great friends there.
And, of course, her grandparents.
And instead of gifts of guns and balls, there was lots of homemade cards with money, girlie hair stuff
and pink
! And, of course, a little attitude. She was NOT thrilled with blowing out candles
this year. I guess she's getting too old for that, too, but she did it for her Mama (or Mom or Mother. It is a middle school party, remember? so whatever she calls me that isn't ugly, I'll take)
