One year older and Wiser Too.....HapPpy BiRthdDaY to YOU

Emma WAS 9.....

but

Then she had a bIrThDaY

(Emma LOVES donuts so I made her annual Tower of Donuts)

Emma has a BeSt friend, Catilyn. They have adventures with American Dolls and Build a Bear Bears. They are inseparable girls that talk a mile a minute when they are together and as soon as the are separated- giggle on the phone all night

We went to Bulid a Bear for new OuTfItS





How can a Bear have an AdVeNtUrE without a NeW outfit...complete with sandels?


Catilyn MADE this with her Mom for Emma's Bear.


After a HaRd day of ShOpPiNg, what girl doesn't need to do lunch? We met our FaMiLy at Friendlys....

which turns out isn't the BeSt idea for a lactose intolerant girl, but we handled it, and had a BLAST!
Andrew wanted to make sure he was in the picture :)

The staff SaNg to her

The song was a version of Happy Birthday that included "if your good you'll get your wishes. If you're bad you'll do our dishes."
Which is when I SnApPeD this


After settling down a little, we headed to the Perinton Rec Center for their water slides. I didn't get any good pictures on the KiDs in action, because... the kids were in AcTiOn!!!!
But
here is a good look of the scene




Happy Birthday my SwEeT Emma. I LOVE you!

Emma asked me to add some thing about her being born or as a baby. I remember that during labor, the doctor left the room to go check on another Mom. I had to push (which is something no one in the world can stop). The resident told me to stop until she got the Dr.
As Dr Harvy entered, she told to wait until he put his glove on. I remember seeing him do a stop sign with one hand while the resident worked furisously to put a glove on his other hand.
Scott says I didn't say it, but in my mind I screamed." You knew when you came her today you would need your gloves,I am NOT responsible for your gloves!!!"

When Emma was little....maybe three yrs old. She loved flowers. She a girly girl, but more of a Diva than a princess. She asked me to make her a dress of flowers, she showed me a picture of what it was to look like in a magazine.... It was a Dior.
Emma would jump on our bed for hours, then flop down and roll over and over on my flower qulit. When I asked her what she was doing? Her reply was 'rolling in a meadow'
Isn't she great!