When your seven and spoiled, you don't really have a birthday. You have a birthweek. The celebration doesn't end with the actual day.
The four days leading up to her birthday, every day, I reminded Eva.
"Hey Eva. Do you know what Mommy was doing seven years ago today? I was in LABOR!"
She just says "Whatever Mommy."
So Eva had the classroom celebration, the Doodlebug celebration, and then of course she wanted to go to her favorite restaurant for her birthday.
She didn't pick McDonalds. Or Pizza Hut.
When we got home, it was so late we didn't have time to cut her cake or sing to her. : (
So we did it the next day.
Then the following day, we all did party preparations. Eva and Dylan actually pulled their own weight. I warned them-"after school, we are cleaning!"
And they did. They were in charge of the chairs. Eva scrubbed them, Dylan rinsed them.
After that, they decided to paint them.
And that kept them nice and busy so Mommy and Daddy could get work done.
It's been a long week!
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