Eliza's birthday was Aug 11. She turned 7. Nothing rips my heart strings more than watching my baby girl grow. This is our conversation.
Me: "Eliza! Quit growing or I am going to have to use my magic wand and shrink you or put you in time out!"
Eliza: Mom, I am growing up. (and just to crush my heart a little more)I want to grow up so I can get my own house and get 7 cats and 4 dogs.
Me: Eliza, if you get cats, I can't visit. I am allergic to them. I hate cats.
Eliza: Well.... then you will need to stay outside when you visit.
Me: What if it's cold outside?
Eliza: Then I will come visit you. Mom, I need my 7 cats.
And so, during the next 11 years of Eliza's life, my job as Eliza's mother is to teach her to not like cats. (wasn't I nice to not say hate. Sorry to all the cat lovers. :)
Breanna, of course, "beauty shopped her up" for her grand entrace to the breakfast table where her 7 pancakes (and under her plate $7) were waiting.
Here's my 7 year old princess!
Love you, always my BABY girl!