Eight

"Figure eight as double four, Figure four as half of eight." Schoolhouse Rock... well, rocks! Eight is a special number in our house at the moment. Mainly because Hays just turned 8. And let me tell you, it's been a very long celebration.

We started on Friday by letting her stay home. Saturday night, we went to her favorite pizza place. Sunday, she got to go to the circus (for the 4th year in a row), Monday, she had her name announced at school OVER THE LOUDSPEAKER!!! and Tuesday - she had an edible arrangement delivered to her class. Whew! I'm tired.

To complicate everything (but in a good way), she and her Grandaddy have the same birthday. Poor guy. If he thought he might like to open his gifts, he thought wrong. Hays couldn't understand why someone would buy her golf balls and a "clapper". We all had a good laugh at her expense.

Such a sweet girl. I'm trying not to notice how big she's is getting. I'll just have to relish in the fact that she still loves the colors pink & purple. Melt because her best friends are her brother and stuffed animals. Giggle because she still kind of slow-runs with her hands flapping beside her. I suspect she won't want me to lay down with her at bedtime for much longer -- but, I hope I'm wrong.