She's nine, people.
As Isaac said this morning, "Emma Grace, you're halfway to 18."
I feel like there's one of those sand timer thing-a-ma-jigs and we just realized half of it has emptied.
So I did what any sane mother would do, I chalked this day full of all kinds of talks to get a start on the next nine years:
Topics We Discussed:
*Choosing a spouse
*Potty Training your Toddlers
*Caring for Teenagers
*Saving for college
*Choosing the pet that's right for you.
*How to handle rage
*Surviving your teen years
*Oh.....and whether or not Obamacare works.
Okay just kidding on most all of those.
There was a brief discussion on childbirth, but she quickly moved on when the word "privates" was mentioned.
However, we did spend her birthday dinner trying to convince Todd that getting a Newfoundland puppy would really be a great fit for our family and our tiny concrete back yard.
It was quite humorous.
But his answer seems to be a firm NO!
Happy Ninth Birthday to my sweet, sassy, hard working, stubborn and funny "halfway to 18" but still little to me, girl!
I love you more than my pajamas and one day (in about 12 years) we'll pour us some wine and discuss all topics mentioned above.
Until then, ssssssllllllllloooooooooowwwwwwwwww down on this growing thing and enjoy your lego friends that are littered all over the living room floor.