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The Big Double-Digit

Mom calls her "Sweet Pea", Dad calls her "Chickadee", you know her as Little Chic. She turned the big 1-0 today! She's kind of past the toy stage and she didn't really have any big wishes for her birthday. But I remembered that the last few times we've been in Lowe's, she has drooled over a cute little chandelier for her bedroom. "Sensible Mom" has always told her that chandeliers are for entryways and great rooms. "Desperate-for-a-'WOW' gift-Mom" thought this would be just the ticket to mark the entry to the tween years.

Muh Main Man came to the handyman rescue and installed it at lunch time while the Short People were still at school.
Little Chic was duly impressed when she finally figured out what looked different in her bedroom!
Excuse me now...I'm gonna go cry into my latte'. Actually, that won't be necessary. Friendly's serves a killer Jim Dandy Ice Cream Sundae. That's where the birthday girl wanted to go for dinner. So I'll get me some of them there endorphins you get when emotional eating while mourning the passing of my 'baby'!

Comments

Unknown said…
That's Awesome! Now you're going to have a hard time getting her to come out of her room.

Oh how fast the wee ones grow and you definitely know how to mourn! Enjoy!
Awww that's so sad and exciting all at the same time.

What a beautiful present though! It looks incredable :D
LindaJo49 said…
You need to write a book!! What an awesome gift and your talent for writing makes us feel that we are right there with you!!!
Kimberly said…
What a good mom...very cool gift!
Melanie said…
Happy Birthday Little Chic! I can't believe she is already 10. Time sure does fly.
Rochelle said…
Big milestone for Little Chic! Happy birthday to her. What an awesome gift!!

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