my baby is nine
On June 5, Charlotte turned nine:
Not nine days, not nine months – nine years. I’m not really sure where those years went.
Oh, wait. Laundry. Yes, that would be it. Laundry and dishes.
She is our girl of many faces, the drama queen, the ham:
Foster drew a picture of Jessie from Toy Story on a card for Charlotte:
Jessie, a spunky cowgirl, is one of Charlotte’s favourites, which pleases me because she is the antithesis of airhead ‘fashion’ dolls. And yes, he drew Jessie free hand.
Anna needle felted a letter C:
That stands for Charlotte.
And at risk of getting my butt kicked by my photo-averse mother, here is the birthday girl with her Jam:
Gah, so sweet.
Happy birthday, my baby.