I'm sorry but your celebration suffers.
She can add it to her therapy manifesto.
Ashlyn turned 7 a few weeks ago.
A trampoline park and Elsa plates.
let's talk Ashlyn at 7.
She's missing most of her front teeth.
At her annual IEP meeting with the school district I learned of a group of boys she orders around.
A special needs posse, if you will.
"Edwin, please get my FM."
"Joey, please tell me when Mrs. Savory (her speech therapist) comes to the door."
"George, I need my lunch, please."
Her teacher made sure to let me know she always says please.
Like that makes it OK.
She is one strong (and bossy) cookie.
We also love the rainbow discipline chart.
Back to our party of the century.
I booked the place online.
Ordered a cake and balloons from Safeway.
Hijacked a favor idea from a friend who hosted a Frozen party a few weekends before.
And her leftover, two-week-old cotton candy.
That she drove 400 miles up Highway 5.
And I was reminded once again.
It's not about the details.
Kids love old cotton candy.
A pretty new blog makes me actually want to blog.
Last night, we attended Kayla's JUNIOR HIGH orientation.
But I am really excited for her, too.
I survived my awkward years.
Mostly because I didn't realize I was awkward until later.
She went to Outdoor Ed last month.
"Outdoor Education was awesome. But the fact that the beds were hard and had waxy, plastic coverings made it feel like you were sleeping on melting candles. I saw two varieties of deer, bats, millipedes, pigs, a scorpion, a junco, a stellar's jay, nine banana slugs (including the one I put on my nose) and a lot of moths."
And I think I'm just going to leave it.
It's camp in a nutshell.
Waxy beds and banana slugs.
She is my favorite writer.
End of fifth grade calls for lots of fun activities.
Marie Antoinette took names during a class History presentation.
"You'd be serious, too if your head was chopped off, mom."
She looked like a tore up Dolly Parton by the end of the day.
I didn't realize wigs need hair spray.
And the two-sizes too big dollar store bridesmaid dress didn't help.
It's milestone central around here.
She crawled for the first time on Easter Sunday.
And she slept through the night.
She lied to the school nurse during her routine eye exam.
And again during a second follow up.
Hope ditched Wednesday service for an impromptu church BBQ.
It was 87 degrees in April.
This is me doing my child's homeschool homework while they are at public school.
I'm sure there is so much wrong with all of this but I can't really put it in words.
I do know that peregrine falcons are the fastest animals on the planet.
And my girls rock the public speaking triangle.
I need you to make these cookies.
I'm on my 17th batch in as many days.
Well, you might be a little sorry.
A few years ago I wrote a guest post on a friend's blog about Ashlyn.
It sparked a little idea in my head to change my blog name.
And I was overwhelmed at all that would be required to make the switch.
So it remained on the back burner.
And then Russians hacked my blog with questionable ads.
So I took it as a sign from the heavens that it was time.
My grandmother told me it was time, too.
"Honey, thank you for such a sweet story about Holland's birth. But why are you selling Viagra?"
I'm so excited about this change.
More excited than she is about sweet potato puffs.
And thankful to my friend Katy for understanding my little vision.
And creating this most beautiful new design.
Without me even having to say much.
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Take it up with Vladamir.
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When God is doing one thing, He's doing a million.