NINE

I can remember with much clarity the day they were born.  Ask me what I wore to work last Monday.  I have no idea.  With little fanfare, the girls became nine year olds one day last week as they settled back into their classrooms after lunch.  We had given them their birthday gift of a kid karaoke machine the weekend before.  We celebrated the night of their official birthday with take-out (pizza and pasta) and a cake.  







We decided to have a home birthday party this year.  Well, Rich and I decided, suggested and convinced the girls that this would be the way to go.  At this point, they have their friends and then there are acquaintances and then just other kids.  Their group of friends is a manageable size so we had a "half sleep over" which means come pick your kids up at 9:00 because a real sleepover is too scary of a thought for me.  There was karaoke and a movie (well, part of a movie because apparently the full movie would have been too much) and cupcakes and ice cream and popcorn and loudness.  They had fun.  Which in parent-speak means we all survived.