The 8 pound 3 ounce bundle that arrived after 26 hours of labour and made The Husband and me parents. That was just last year, wasn't it?
Wasn't it?
Wasn't it just 6 months ago that I left her sitting on the floor in her new kindergarten room? Was it not yesterday we dropped her off in front of her new high school, scared out of her mind at starting a new school and not knowing a soul.
And yesterday, I watched my baby walk into her school gymnasium donned in cap and gown. I watched her receive the "Excellence in Textiles" award, a $1,000 scholarship, and of course her high school diploma.
Yes. I cried.
The Eldest and The Boyfriend. The future is theirs.
And here are the proud parents. See? I think I hid my 'holy crap I am not old enough to have a high school graduate' feelings fairly well.
The afternoon was spent getting hair and make up done by my brother's girlfriend. She did an incredible job.
And here is the result:
That's my little girl there....looking like a woman.
Yes, I course I cried. I'm not made of stone.
All in all, it was a great day. A very busy day. The Husband got to dance with his little princess at her prom (then they kicked all the parents out). We drove home and talked about how the day had been a whirlwind of activity and monumental moments.
When we got home, I asked The Boy if he thought his grad in 3 years would be such a production. His eyerolls lead me to believe it won't if he has anything to do with it.
Since I had volunteered The Husband to deal poker all night at the grad's dry grad (which took place back at their school after their dinner/dance), he decided to go have a nap. When I went to wake him up, this is what I found:
Apparently, the day was exhausting for everyone.
This morning, I woke up to The Princess asking if she could go downstairs. I looked at the clock and couldn't believe the time. "Wow," I thought. "We were all wiped! The Baby never sleeps this late."
No. The Baby really never sleeps in late.
Can you guess what this is?
Here are the mug shots.
My Baby with a mullet. Nice.
We're off to the hairdresser's today. Apparently.
Tomorrow she turns 3. Everyone can use a new birthday 'do, right?
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