Seth texted me this photo this week. We're not overly given to sentiment, but it kind of made both of us stop in our tracks. It's hard to believe that this was our big girl just three years ago, being fed with Dad's pinky because her traumatic delivery prevented her from latching, while Mom pumped frantically and all of us wondered what we had gotten ourselves into.
These days the pumps have all been donated, the swaddling blankets turned into snot-wiping cloths, and we're no longer terrified that our tiny baby will starve to death or suffocate in her crib or any number of disaster scenarios that keep new parents up at night.
And Finley walks around like this. (This is her on her birthday wearing all of the "batgirl clothes" she requested as her present from Ford. At the same time.)
Naturally, we celebrated big with our exuberant girl. She got to have a lunch-and-lululemon date with the Trimble twins.
Opened presents galore and tried to play with them
all at once (thereby preventing Ford from doing so.)
And, true to Walters family tradition, went for a steep and dangerous birthday hike with the Stew Crew. (We added our own twist and kicked things off with parking lot donuts.)
Anddddd we had a wild, giant "princess-sword" party (Finley's request) Sunday. It rained. The huge bounce house we had rented became a water hazard. 43 rambunctious kids poured into and destroyed our house. Sword fights ensued, candy corn was ground deep, deep into our carpet, and we went through more cases of beer and wine than decent people do in conjunction with children's events. A terrific time was had by all.
So terrific, in fact, that I'm still cleaning mac and cheese off of the ceiling.
Finley was beside herself with joy (and sweets consumption) and got way more presents than Mom & Dad, who are trying to teach anti-materialism, would have approved.
Luckily one of her favorites is this gorgeous (real) violin that was handed down from my boss's kids, talented musicians all. Lessons are going to be a must.
Of course it wasn't just Finley's birthday week, it was also Beat Air Force week, and we did- resoundingly. Ford paraded around the Ryans' football watching party in a serious of fantastic headgear
and celebrated the win with Tito's. (He held the bottle anyway, and looked pretty happy about it.) This has to be the funniest photo of the week.
The years do fly... happy birthday to our big girl, who started preschool on Monday and can't stop telling people that "I'm in PRESCHOOL! I am SO BIG!" Indeed.
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