My oldest baby girl is twelve, one more year closer to being a teenager. Sigh.
Ice cream cake, as requested.
The look of surprise.
A cat purse hanger.
She got most of what she asked for, and something she wanted but didn't ask for (watch). Her old watch broke, and David wanted to get her another one but nicer: Baby G. She also got new pajamas (Granny), cat purse hanger (Mimi), desk organizer (Mimi), desk, chair, chair mat, lamp, trash can (David and me) and a dream catcher (Emily), Target gift card (Colorado Chalonas).
Here's to one last year as a preteen.
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