That's right.
Nine.
How/why/when did that happen?!?
I. feel. old.
I even told her so.
She said, "It's OK mom, it's not like you're 30."
To which I replied, "Girlie, I'm gonna be 30 in 3 weeks."
To which she replied, "Oh, never mind then."
Sheesh.
I let her have a birthday party anyway... I'm that awesome of a mom.


Here's Elizabeth and her besties: Karly, Hannah and Sara. I sure am going to miss these smiley faces popping in and out of my house every day. I have a feeling we're going to be driving into town for a lot of play dates this summer! Thanks girls, for making Elizabeth's day super special!

...and thanks to the usual rowdies that came to make this party a PAR-TAY!!!
You know who you are.








We even got Elizabeth the pink cowgirl boots she wanted... and I'm happy to report she's worn them every day since. The girl can
rock a pair of pink boots, I tell ya.



Then somehow, the grandparents just couldn't stand by and watch the kids have all the fun anymore. It all started with a friendly little race between Nana and Papa...
She won the first one, but for Papa's pride I will document that he did beat her two out of three races. Barely. *snicker*
And I guess Todd's folks figured that if my parents could do it then they could too...
Not to be out done, I guess.
Here's grandma (who has had both knees and one hip replaced, by the way) pretending she's nine again. Louis gave a few pointers along the way, "Just CRAWL grandma!!!" I'm happy to report we got them all out of there without having to deflate the bouncy thingy. That was my back up plan, anyway.

We partied until we were pooped. Not party poopers, just pooped partiers. Hey, you only turn 9 once, right?!?