This girl is eleven.
When you’re eleven, you no longer want to be a princess (except in the secretest part of your heart).
So instead of princesses, you have a pizza party theme. In the evening.
And you play Pictionary! And Lougarou (Werewolf).
And you eat real pizza.
And you take silly pictures.
And your mom bakes a cake.
(even if it’s too moist to hold together)
And you eat candy.
And you give glittery nail polish to take home along with the candy.
And your parents are realising that having you grow up
is … oh, maybe 95% perfection
and maybe 5% pain.
We’ll revise the figures at thirteen.
You no longer want to be princess except for in the secretest part of your heart – sigh so true. I remember wanting to still play with Barbies but having to do so in the “secretest” ways because I was older yo. I had boobs. Kidding. I’m 34 and I still don’t have boobs.
Happy birthday to your little beauty xo
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I was lucky because I had a younger sister so I had a great excuse to play with barbies way past my prime. ahem.
A very happy birthday to the young lady and her fabulous mother!!
Love lougarou!
I can always count on you to get stuff like Lougarou. Love that!!
That’s so much like my daughter’s parties it kind of makes my heart ache.
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So much in common for two girls from different cultures. 🙂
Pain and perfection. YUP.
I’m so glad you had real pizza at the pizza themed party. She is so lovely. And still so young. I remember being 11 and thinking I was so world weary that I’d cry when Boyz II Men’s “It’s So Hard To Say Goodbye” came on the radio.
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I can understand WHY you were world weary. You had a lot to bear at a young age. xo