One month ago, our sweet, sassy girl turned a whole hand old. 5 seems ways bigger to me than 4 and she'll attest that her maturity level increased substantially overnight. Curious George is way too baby now, headbands stay on top of her head all the sudden, showers are taken independently, and soup is now a palatable option. All of these things are more, simply because we're 5 now.
I volunteered on the big day to be the mystery reader in her class and boldly brought Enzo with as an added bonus. He didn't poop the floor, so that was a success.
Molly joined the fam for restaurant night, Squirt's very favorite thing to do. She has a strange affinity for eating out - perhaps she's speaking to my lack of culinary skills (or use of them at least). Squirt got matching PJ's to Molly...simply because I anticipated the cuteness of these pictures.
This one just speaks to my heart. It has nothing to do with Squirt's birthday.
On to the MAIN EVENT. Squirt requested a Frozen party, (weird and completely unique I know) so we went big. Tim and I promise each and every year to stop this big birthday party business and we really mean it, in the moment. Our new neighborhood comes stocked with an awesome clubhouse, free to our use. No brainer.
We hired Elsa (the REAL Elsa as Squirt will explain), to surprise all the littles and it was worth every single penny. The whole thing was borderline ridiculous in how endearing it was to watch their eyes light up and see the complete awe on their faces. Elsa was incredibly impressive - she greeted them, marked them with fairy dust tattoos, sang and danced, and read her story (she tried to read, but the 15 princesses and 1 prince filled in blanks every 3 seconds).
Our new prized posession - a magic snowflake from Elsa herself. A treasure.
In love.
Elsa had no idea her sister Anna would be at the party.
Even neighbor baby love got a moment in the sun with Elsa.
They may have knocked Elsa flat on her ass, but she smiled through it none-the-less.
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