School Parties

The end of school for 2017 is here - the last day in our new class, new building, where we are starting to feel like we fit in. A little bit.

With the 11th hour on the very last day right after a winter storm warning, we snuck in one holiday party with lots of good humor...and with it in the record books, we're home now for 2 full weeks - with dadda! Let the fun begin!

A Few More

Just a few photos of the girl and her cake - because that's a lot of joy!

Happy #7

Oh my sweet baby girl, here you are at 7 already. Wasn’t I just lamenting that you’d never arrive? That I’d be pregnant forever?

You’re a negotiator. You’re persistent and diligent. You’ll concentrate better than most kids I know – but you’re service oriented, too. Acts of service still remain your love language.

You’re a hugger and a giggler – you’ll pump your hands up in the air with glee. Your sweet little girl voice comes out and you’re just a charmer.

Oh, but help us if you’re sad. Those alligator tears come and pour down those apple cheeks, just killing us. Well, most of the time. The other times, we look at you exasperated, as you’ve got Broadway in your future, kid.

You’re adapting well to school, everyone likes you, you’re making friends and you’re excited to have play dates with new neighbor girls.

You’ll chase your brother and keep up.

You’re getting pickier with your food – which drives me nuts, but girl, you’ve got some good opinions. And then all at once, you shock me senseless and declare how much you love something.

You’re reading now, and doing math, and remembering your library books on Wednesday and that gymnastics is on Thursdays. You’ll mother anyone, correcting them if need be.

As always, you remain a delight to us all – you are Daddy’s little girl and a fantastic little sister. You’re our pudding pop, sisselfriss, baby girl and lambie pie. You’re our KitKat bar, our KK and the light of our life.

Happy #7 angelmuffin.

I love you forever, I like you for always. As long as I’m living, my baby you’ll be.

Family Christmas

Kala Christouyenna from the Greek side of the family!

Annual Sparta Friends Dinner

Tonight - with reservations made in September - dinner with our dear friends at a Swedish restaurant that did not fail to amaze and impress.

But first, my Bubbie....

And then off for dinner....

And the man I still find so wildly awesome, I just can't stand it.

And pudding shots.

And this girl, whom I love for ever and always

And her sweet as pie husband the chef, whom I'm in awe of for kicking diabetes in the A$$ as often as he can. Cause he rocks

And my friend and my husband...and I couldn't have had a better night. ahhhhh. tradition.

One More

Sometimes I can forget there can be joy in the smallest of things, like walking in a parade with little girls. Like seeing the world through the eyes of a six-year-old - which is pretty amazing sometimes.

And there are moments when I forget that it isn't about what's easier, it's about what she'll remember. Not always. Sometimes, I just need to sit and breathe for a moment.

But scrolling through Hubs' photos, I saw this, and it just radiated joy.

Totally worth it.

Mattresses

Sometimes you just gotta move a mattress with a mascot.