For the past month I have been preparing for Stephanie to leave the nest. It has been a very emotion, as well as EXPENSIVE ride. During this time, Dale demanded that Connor and Emily have a birthday party. Separate parties.
Not to rat myself out, but Miss E has never had a party. Yes, she had a joint party when she turned one, and Connor two, but that is it. For the last two years after she would go to a friend's birthday bash she would ask when it would be her turn. I failed miserably in the momma department, because I just didn't want to have one. Not because I didn't love her, but because....because... SHHHH....she was child number four. I am plum worn out with birthday parties. Planning them, watching kiddos, gift bags....you get the picture. BAD MOM. Anyway, last month I had Connor's at Chuck E. Cheese's. It worked out so well, that I planned Emily's there as well. However, I planned it on Thursday. The day after I moved Stephanie into her dorm. WHAT WAS I THINKING?
Let's just say I was barely there, and hardly recognizable. My baby didn't notice, and she had a blast. Thank goodness I still took photos so I could enjoy them later. (And, for the record, her bday isn't until the 29th. But, D is on duty, and I have another crazy week ahead. Imagine that)
She had such a great day. Makes me happy to look back and see her sweet smile. I promise to be a better birthday celebrating mom in the future. With no rodents involved.
Drove to USC today to drop off Steph's bike and take her to lunch. Here is a photo of her room. SO cute. And, hot. Makes me thankful for air conditioning. LOL.
Doesn't she look happier? Makes ME happier too. Classes start Monday, and then she starts RUSH week. I wonder how much trouble I could get into by retelling stories on here?
Enjoy your weekend. I am TRYING TRYING TRYING to get to Saddleback Church tomorrow. Until Monday....