On R's actual birthday, we had her family party.
This year she wanted garlic bread, "frozen lasagna from the store," cherry tomatoes, peaches and "NO other vegetables, no salad or sides at all" for her birthday dinner. I put fresh basil on the lasagna but she picked hers off. Sparkling water and fresh raspberries in the champagne flutes.
She wanted red velvet cake with pink frosting. She examined her cake when she got home from school and said, "Hmmm, the sprinkles are a surprise. I guess I like them. I know those flowers are eatable, but is it ok if I don't eat them?"
Flowers from the garden.
I am really not good at photographing dark red in lamplight.
My brother, her Uncle D, likes to taunt her with a nickname he made up just for her. She wanted me to take a picture of her getting mad while she read the card from his family.
Some how-to-draw books, the Wolf Almanac, The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane by request, some more people and furnishings for her dollhouse, ("I always get Calico Critters, but I would like to branch out into people this year!") and a pocket full of grandparent cash. Such a lucky and well-loved little girl.
Happy Birthday to our sweet nine year old. Last year in the single digits.
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