My Big One is Six. And what an adventure it's been.
Six. SIX. How is it possible that this tiny 7lb, 10oz little baby infant that we had no idea what we were doing with is SIX??
I remember so clearly being at the beach with her when she was just shy of 2 months old and writing my very first blog post. Why? Because I knew I would fail so badly at keeping up with a baby book.
And I wanted to remember everything.
Three kids later I still can't believe I'm in charge of three babies. Three humans.
But I am so, so thankful for this one. Who took the ride with us on being brand new parents and who did it with such ease. She continues to be our only child who is so go-with-the-flow and for the most part.... obedient.
The one who has never screamed at me for the wrong colored sippy cup. Never has she been put in time out at On the Border (Harper). Never has she punched me in the face every single time she nursed (HAZEL).
Just a sweetheart. And I could not love her more.
So when we took a trip to the mall and happened to stumble (oops, Daddy!) across the piercing place.... girlfriend got excited.
Like really excited.
Being that I got my ears pierced when I was in the hospital when I was born, I have been trying to get Anthony to agree to this for... oh, 6 years. We agreed when she was old enough to ask for them not quite knowing how fast the time would really go.
So we decided to go home, really think about it and bring Daddy back with us.
GUYS, I was nervous. I have no idea why. I thought she would for sure back out and change her mind. I thought she would cry.
But she picked out these beautiful little flowers that had her birthstone in it and sat down.
All while Mama kept snapping pictures of her tiny little virgin ears.
And while I even had them redo her right ear (COME ON PIERCING PAGODA), she was a champ! A serious champ. Not one tear. And I wanted to cry because look how old she looks!
So a couple days later we continued my favorite ever tradition of letting the girls sleep in our beds the night before their birthdays. Quinn has always eaten it up. She wants nothing more than to be with Mommy and Daddy all day everyday. Harper usually asks to go back to her bed sometime between midnight and 1am, but this one with cuddle, pet all the animals and enjoy every last second.
And so do I. I love waking up and staring at her little face. Because when she sleeps, I can still see a hint of baby.
I also forgot this party happened before all the ear piercing fun, but its early, I haven't finished my coffee yet, so I'm not moving all these pictures to the beginning :)
We decided to have a school party for this one since she loved her school so much and all of her classmates. So we did a Pump It Up Party. A Pump It Up Glow Party to be exact. And it was hysterical.
I for sure thought the kids would flip out once they turned the lights off. We had a couple tiny ones there, but the kids loved it. Definitely worth the extra $20 haha!
There's that angel!
I'll just say there will be tears from Mama if these two aren't in the same class next year!
Her betrothed was obviously also in attendance. We're still pulling for you to go to RSPS, Nolie!
Tess snapped this picture. Of her posing!
So we had a couple of days to recover from that and had a small get together with family on her actual birthday. And it was so nice.
We swam, we ate. Oh boy did we eat. And we sang.
These are totally unedited because I'm tired, but at least this post is up before Christmas.
High five, Andrea!
This cake will forever haunt my dreams and I love it. Probably my favorite memory from this party! Thanks Aunt Jammer for the doll!
Happy birthday, sweet girl. You are so, so loved. We are so proud of the little girl you are becoming. So sweet, so kind. So feisty and sassy at the same time. The best big sister we could have ever asked for. I am so grateful that the two littles have you always.
We love you so much, Quinn Taylor.