Trixie turned eight on Sunday.
She was sooooo excited to open her presents that she woke me up at 6 A.M. to get the party started.
After being told that 6 A.M. was far too early to wake everyone up on a Sunday, she came back to check at 6:30 and 7:00.
At 7:01, I relented, got out of bed and fired up the coffee.
Through my friend M., we were able to secure a Hatchimal as a gift.
Unfortunately, Trixie’s Hatchimal did not hatch, which appears to be a common problem.
We were able to open the shell ourselves, which prompted her to declare that her Hatchimal – “Pinky” – was born via cesarean section.
After a birthday party with friends at a local bowling alley, the four of us headed home for her dinner of choice: sushi, followed by a (gluten-free) red velvet cake and ice cream, a round of a new game (Disney’s “Beat the Parents”) and a showing of “Garfield, a Tail of Two Kitties.”
She declared it the best birthday ever. Heart full.