Princess celebrated her 12th birthday this past weekend. Since she was technically birthed on Christmas Day.....imagine trying to have a kid during late late Christmas Eve night when all the nurses and doctors were eating turkey and pie then drinking spiked eggnog at a military hospital. I regress, sorry. So we celebrate early around here. We had a crap ton of little girls over for a sleepover which included: flashlight treasure hunts in the dark, karoake till my ears bled, and then spa time. It was ridiculous dudes. Seriously Dave and I had to rest up all the next day to recoup. Like trying to herd wet chickens.
Next year: soundproofing for her bedroom.
Happy Birthday Kid, mommy loves you. Even if you are a pain in the butt sometimes.
