Hannah turned 8 last week.
It was kind of a big deal.
I know the little only looks about 6, but she's earned every single one of those years.
In honor of her 8th annual we threw her a little pink lemonade party, wherein I learned two things:
1. 9 eight-year-old little girls can make a lot of noise.
and 2. I am a total klutz.
About half-way through the party I dropped our camera and totally smashed one of our lenses.
Not my finest moment.
(I blame pregnancy clumsiness.)
Despite the rather expensive collateral damage, the festivities where a hit, both among the guests and the birthday girl.
Little brother even decided to forego a play date at the park with friends and lunch at Subway in order to attend.
It was that awesome guys.
Pat me on my mama back.