I have not been very good at keeping my blog updated. Last weekend we celebrated Emily's birthday. She is 9 this year. I can't believe she is getting so big. She is growing into a young girl's body, no longer a little girl. It's bitter sweet. She is so much fun. She is spunky and spontaneous. And a great cuddler. She has an entourage of one blanket and several stuffed animals that she has to have every night. The blanket is BooBoo, the most important animal is Schnickelfritz, then Benari, Henry, an oh wait there is another blanket, a small one, and there's another animal I think we call Niblet. Emily loves High School Musical 3. She got the movie, the sining game for the Wii, a doll, and the soundtrack from the movie. I love to watch her listening to her cd and dancing in her room when she thinks noone is looking. She loves to read. She has anywhere from 4 to 6 books going at a time. She reads a little bit from each one every night. She has them laid in a very specific way by her bed. Don't move them. Some of the things I love about Emily. She is cute as a button. Now, let's talk about the party itself. Poor Emily didn't really feel all that well. She had dark circles under her eyes and she was considerably grouchy, but because she is such a trooper, only her parents were really able to detect the grouch that lay beneath. Her dad pulled the cake away as she was trying to blow out the candles. Silly boy!
