Have a dressed up day!

Sunday, May 30, 2010

Little Sack of Baby Bones turns Eleven

My baby girl turned eleven last week.  Eleven.  Eleven.  If I roll it around on my tongue will it dissolve like sugar?

Eleven.



She is kind and good, playful and unfocused, a pleaser and animal lover.

Animals.  Animals.  Animals. 

And more animals.

When she was two she had her first birthday party with friends invited. Since then she has spent that day with a special friend. Until this year. This year she had her first full-fledged birthday party - with a limit of four since it was an all nighter.

And they made it - all night - after individual cupcakes to decorate, pizza, cheetos, doritos, lots of candy and soda.






















































































She was the hardest pregnancy and easiest delivery.  Easy ever since.

She's her daddy's ticklebug.  She's Isabela, Izzy-B, Bella, Queen Bella. 

She's my little sack of baby bones.

Sweet dreams,
Sleep tight.
Don't let the bedbugs bite.
Or tickle your toes,
crawl up your nose.
Tickle your toes,
crawl up your nose.
Tickle your toes,
crawl up your nose.
Tickle your toes,
crawl up your nose.

Eleven. 

I'm still rolling it around.
Drawing of me losing my cool courtesy of budding artist, Izzy.


Have a dressed up day!


. . . put on a heart of compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness, and patience. Colossians 3:12