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Ashley Turns Eight

Our baby girl turned 8 on Friday. It was a difficult day for her, because her sister Ally was so sick. Right before I was supposed to get Ashley her birthday lunch from McDonalds and take cupcakes to her second grade class, Allison threw up all over the place. I wasn't sure I should leave her alone, so I called the school and asked to speak to Ashley to let her know that Allison was worse and that I wouldn't be able to come.

Poor Ash...she was so upset. I managed to dash over the McDonalds and pick up her lunch and get over to the school in time to see her coming around the corner, clutching a lunch tray with a plain hamburger and a chocolate milk on it. She was crying. I felt about as horrible as you can feel.

I sat with her and we shared some Mcnuggets and I tried to comfort her. I explained that I'd be back later with the cupcakes.

It did not go well.

Later in the afternoon we had a better time because we had her birthday party at our house.

Here's Ashley ready to hit her pinata.

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The candy scramble.

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On to the cake and ice cream! Oh wait, that was the pizza. Then it was the cake.
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Then it was time to open presents.
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We got her a bike. You can't see it, but Lance is holding on to the box and Ashley is looking at it.

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Here's Ashley reading our extremly funny birthday card. Ok, it wasn't that funny.

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  1. Anonymous2:26 PM

    Those girls sitting at the table are much too well behaved. And you can see the terror in their eyes.

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  2. I duct taped them to their chairs so they wouldn't move around and fuss. It makes children's partiers ever so easy to clean up after!

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  3. happy birthday little lady! so cute! is it just me or do those two girls on the end have matching haircuts?

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  4. It's not you Anna. They are identical twins..

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