Yesterday was Emma's half birthday. 11 and 1/2.
She spent her morning mostly like this:
It's one of her favorite ways to spend her time (mine too). And she's reading on my bed because my room is clean(er)?
Freja came for lunch:
For her birthday gift, Emma wanted a membership to the computer game, Pixie Hollow. Of all three, she's the least interested in being on the computer. I thought it was a passing whimsy she'd give up on, but no. That's what she wanted.
And it's what she got.
Later, we had pedicures:
Very fancy...but it will be a long time before I get another pedicure. My pedicurist was a masochist. My feet still hurt.
Aside from the occasional eye rolling, eleven-and-a-half is a marvelous age for my girl to be. She's great company. Even when we're sitting side by side reading books, it's better because she's there with me.
I love this girl.