Birthday Fever

Ah, it's that celebrating time of the year when back-to-back summer birthdays rule and parties are the order of the day. 

Last night was Rylee's pizza party with, as usual, presents galore. Appetizers, salad, and birthday cake rounded out the menu and, keeping with tradition, I managed to stuff myself.

 

It seems like only yesterday I got the call that she had arrived and I jumped in my car, hospital bound, to check out the precious little preemie. And now she's eleven...almost a teenager. Yikes.