Eight days ago Rachel had her eighth birthday. It was also the first day of school, if you recall, and we were busy getting ready for her baptism, which was the following day, so we were a bit busy. Hopefully she'll forgive me for writing about her birthday a week late. Oh, and for not planning her birthday party yet (it's coming, Rachel, I promise—I just need some time to breathe after all the chaos of the summer (good chaos but chaos nonetheless)).
Here she is, fresh out of bed and freshly eight-years-old, on the first day of school:
After the girls got home from school we opened birthday presents, which Rachel was quite excited about. She got a Doctor Who pillowcase (from Mom and Dad)...
A bible DVD (from Bumpa):
A set of scriptures (from Grandma and Grandpa):
And a few other things (a Harry Potter LEGO set (from the family), a book called Augie and the Green Knight (from Mom and Dad), a crisp $10 bill (from Naanii), and I think that's all).
After presents Grandma and Grandpa took us all out to dinner at Cracker Barrel, which is always yummy. Andrew embarrassed Rachel and asked the waitress if Rachel could have a birthday treat. Much to Rachel's relief the waitress brought it out without any fanfare at all.
"Hallelujah!" she sighed. "They didn't sing to me in front of everybody."
"I can sing!" Benjamin hollered (he's not shy). "HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR SASHA! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!"
Rachel sank down in her chair and muttered, "Oh, great. I had to be embarrassed by my little brother, of course..."
She seemed to enjoy her ice cream in spite of her pesky little brother.
I'm so proud (we're so proud) of this girl—both who she is and who she is becoming. She's turned into such a great helper around the house; when she cleans things they actually get clean and last night she offered to pace the floor with Zoë so I could get some things done (like make dinner). She does her best to be kind to everyone and chooses the best kids as her friends—her friends are awesome people, just like her. She isn't afraid to be herself; she excels at things she loves but isn't afraid to try new things—and to try them again and again and again until she can. She's persistent and kind and beautiful. And tonight at dinner she said, "Please pass the broccoli," no fewer than three times.
As Andrew tells her every day, "You're a good kid."
(She really is).
Here she is, fresh out of bed and freshly eight-years-old, on the first day of school:
After the girls got home from school we opened birthday presents, which Rachel was quite excited about. She got a Doctor Who pillowcase (from Mom and Dad)...
A bible DVD (from Bumpa):
A set of scriptures (from Grandma and Grandpa):
And a few other things (a Harry Potter LEGO set (from the family), a book called Augie and the Green Knight (from Mom and Dad), a crisp $10 bill (from Naanii), and I think that's all).
After presents Grandma and Grandpa took us all out to dinner at Cracker Barrel, which is always yummy. Andrew embarrassed Rachel and asked the waitress if Rachel could have a birthday treat. Much to Rachel's relief the waitress brought it out without any fanfare at all.
"Hallelujah!" she sighed. "They didn't sing to me in front of everybody."
"I can sing!" Benjamin hollered (he's not shy). "HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR SASHA! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!"
Rachel sank down in her chair and muttered, "Oh, great. I had to be embarrassed by my little brother, of course..."
She seemed to enjoy her ice cream in spite of her pesky little brother.
As Andrew tells her every day, "You're a good kid."
(She really is).
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! I totally feel Rachel's pain... I hate the whole loud birthday songs in a restaurant thing, and I'd have been humiliated if one of my little brothers did that to me (and I'd be furious if they tried it today, too! I mean, now, in modern times, when I'm an old lady).
ReplyDeleteOh, I'm with you, too! :)
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