People say she looks like me. Coming from a background where I never knew who I resembled, I have to say (for better or worse) this little fact tickles me.
Punkin asked me a while back about getting her ears pierced. She was careful to let me know that she didn't want to get it done at that time, she was just asking me if she could maybe someday get it done. I told her we would take her to have her ears pierced when she was ready, as long as she was responsible enough to care for her ears while they healed.
About a month ago, she told me she was ready. We took her to get her ears pierced last week. I've noticed off and on recently that she is getting to that in-between stage now -- not a little kid, but not an adolescent. She is mature in some ways, but still innocent in others. In the coming year or so, we'll have to have "the talk" with her, and yet, she still believes in Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy.
When she turned her head, put her hair behind her ears, and showed off the new little sparkle in her earlobe I was reminded (again) that she is growing up.
When Punkin was born, she had a wooly cap of black hair on her head and dark blue eyes. The pregnancy was a breeze, the labor and delivery went nearly perfectly. At six weeks, our little Punkin was sleeping through the night.
She caught the flu for her first birthday, but waited until long after the party to let us know.
She has a mostly dormant mean streak in her, but more importantly, she recognizes when it awakens and does not act on it.
Her third grade teacher could not say enough positive things about her at yesterday's Parent/Teacher conference. Punkin is doing well in Math and Science, and is a full grade level above with her Reading and Comprehension. She is a dreamer, can be emotional, and loves writing stories. She is independent, but will ask for help when she needs it.
Punkin is a sweet, nurturing girl, with a silly streak a mile wide. Get her around her friends and that silly streak expands exponentially.
For fun, she plays school with her brother and sister. She even received a whole "teacher set up" for her birthday -- by far, that is her most favorite gift this year... and the littles enjoy it, too!
The clothes she received for her birthday aren't little girl clothes anymore. Her new favorite outfit is a pair of jeans, a jean jacket, and a black shirt with pink letters that says "My Mom Rocks". (A gift from her Aunt)
I've been watching her around the house lately, with her brother and sister, with her friends. She has even helped me make a couple of meals in the past week. When did she get so big? How did that happen?
We love you, Punkin. You are our favorite Punkin ever, our first born Punkin. You're an awesome kid, and you make us so proud and happy and lucky to be your parents.
Happy birthday, Punkin. Don't go growing up too quickly now. We don't want to let go any sooner than we have to.
A rare photo of Hubby
A not-so-rare photo of Me
Birthday cake made by Bio-Mom
Punkin's birthday flowers