Hula all the way…
It is official. I have a seven year old. At 7:21 pm today my little girl took that leap. When I was reflecting earlier, I can remember balancing her up on my shoulder while I ate ice cream with both hands. She was about 5 and a half pounds and I could just ball her up on my shoulder when she was sleeping. It is amazing the character development that happens year after year. She is such a mature little girl – but atleast I still see the silly side of her too.
The Luau was a hit. The kids ran around, played in the sand box,
had a hula contest of sorts and hit the pinata, the hula girl, who’s body came off after the birthday girls second hit. The rest of the kids took a swing at the head… and then I gave in and let them hit the body while I held it.
I don’t want to post pictures of other people’s kids, so that is all I can share. I also got a few of Grampy snoozing under a tree… but…
After the party was all cleaned up, the girls helped daddy wash his car and then we went out to dinner. When we got home, Rusty – our dog, was passed out on the floor. It seems he had a bit too much fun at the Luau.
(see him back there?!!)