She's Eight!!!!

Another month. Another birthday.

My firstborn celebrated her eighth birthday a few days ago. Eight. Doesn't that sound old? It seems like yesterday she was just a teeny tiny little thing.

We partied Hannah Montana style with a little pink thrown in, you know, because it's Miss Priss and pink is her thing.

The sweet cousins came to help party down.

There may have been some tattooing.

There was even an impromptu concert by none other than Hannah Montana, of course. That wig is fun, but it's a little creepy. (But a whole different kind of creepy than Baby Alive, which she received for a gift.)

Pizza, dessert, gifts, fun, and family. It was a great time.

Happy Birthday my sweet girl, who is growing up way too fast.