We celebrated Annie's 7th birthday with a BBQ (Imagine that.) on Sunday.
And perhaps this will be the year she learns that when your grandma's cat starts growling, it means he doesn't want to be rocked like a baby anymore (hence the scratch on her face.)
I love the tradition of having all three of them together in birthday shots, but given the fact that Cole and Courtney can't seem to get along even when I place a seven-year-old between them, I may have to rethink this tradition.
That's thirty bucks.
And that's a new Polly Pocket set. (Last Christmas, Annie's face lit up when she opened a gift from my Aunt Alicia and Uncle Brad because she thought it was a Polly Pocket set - something she apparently had 'wanted all of her life' but had never received - however, it turned out to be a Polly Pocket puzzle instead and as a result, almost everyone who attended the party ended up purchasing her a Polly Pocket set. I think she got six or seven of them.)
That was a robe (which is apparently something else she had 'wanted her entire life' and had never received - poor kid.)
A hand-made doll from Grandma Bev.
And a new cowboy hat from Target.
Yep...another Polly Pocket set.
Will post the rest tomorrow.