March 29, 2009

Eight Hawaiian Style

On Saturday, Big I turned eight years old. Eight is one of those exciting years like 16, 18, 21, and 25. At the age of eight, kids no longer need to sit in booster seats. It's an exciting age for all of us for that very reason. Down to just one kid in a booster seat, it's going to make life a lot easier.

Big I picked a luau theme for her party this year because I promised her I'd try to make her a volcano cake we saw on Food Network a few weeks ago. I don't know who was more excited about the dry ice "smoke," Big I or Mr. BBM. He spent much of the party running around with cups of dry ice, even when Big I was opening her presents and everyone was otherwise occupied.

It was pretty cool though; I must admit. A lot of decorated cakes taste pretty lousy, but this five layer red velvet cake was pretty awesome. We don't have much of it left, which is a good thing for my butt.

After the food (Hawaiian meatballs, cinnamon chips with fruit salsa, a 4 ft. sandwich, a fruit tray, and punch, we got busy with the limbo. The kids were loving going under my beater bo, but they weren't exactly doing it the right way. So, my Mom jumped in to show them how it's done. The woman can limbo.

So can my sister.

Apparently, it runs in the family genes. That's Big I, who has a very sore little stomach today.

Despite the fact that we all did our best to look tropical, Lil C decided she was going to wear her Christmas sweater. Some battles just aren't worth fighting so here she is, in all her Christmas glory.

Among Big I's gifts. . . lots of new clothes for the kid who grows two inches per night, about 10 new chapter books, and a field hockey stick and ball. If I can't make a warrior our of her with a bo, I'm going to do it with a field hockey stick.

Every year, I go back into my archives and read the posts I wrote for her on birthdays past. I had to laugh at the first one I wrote her, when she turned five. Read the last line and then go here. I'm glad I've kept my word.

I hope you had a great birthday Big I. I seriously can not believe I am the mother of an 8-year old. My how time flies. . .

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