She's officially 8 years old. From being this teeny baby in my arms just a few minutes ago to doing the cha-cha with her friends in the mall, Kayla is every single bit as wonderful as I thought a daughter can be.
Her birthday was quite a series of bashes. We started as usual with birthdays in our family with breakfast at our local coffee shop. They always add candles to the waffles, this time with strawberries and whipped cream. She made a couple of wishes (we relit the candle) and charmed everyone. We sang out loud and turned heads and had a lot of fun.
Then it was off to the Makeover Party at the mall. Whoever thought of this idea was brilliant, but they bring the girls in, do elaborate hair designs that involve a lot of twisting, hair extensions and glitter -- lots and lots of glitter. Fingernail glitter, a stroke or two of eyeshadow, add a boa, some sunglasses and a little dance instruction and they were off. They danced to the Cheetah Girls (a current favorite of almost every single one), then out in the mall to learn to cha-cha. It was quite a show, with people stopping to laugh and the girls giggling all the way through.
Cake, candles, wishes, presents and lots of sighs of contentment and everyone went home. Kayla played fashion model with a girl down the street, showing off her fancy hair and doing poses. I took a nap.
Kayla wanted spaghetti for dinner so we were off to Frankie, Johnny and Luigi's where we met up with her dad, Walter and Granger. Walter had been at the zoo all day with George at a friend's birthday party that was also apparently to die for. Good food, ANOTHER candle and wishes, this time on ice cream, then off to bed.
She will go to school today with glitter in her hair and wear her new birthday dress (with her beloved pink hightops). A good time was had by all.