8 years old. Wow.
On her McKayla's actual birthday, we took her out to a restaurant of her choice (Mexican) and then to Wal*Mart for her to pick out a couple toys (which has been our tradition - going to her restaurant of choice and shopping day of). This past Sunday was her birthday celebration at Chuck E. Cheese (her 3rd consecutive party there I might add.....girl is in a rut! haha). (I have a brief rant but that's buried at the bottom of the post)
Sunday morning dawned bright and early and with snow on the ground! We decided to head out for breakfast and to check out the snow but sadly the further North we went (and we went a ways LOL), the less snow we came across.
After our joy ride, breakfast and chilling at the house, it was time for the party! Not much else to say; so I'll just say that she had a blast, ran the full 2+ hours we were there and didn't stop smiling the whole time.
|Julie had to join in the festivities|
with her very own tutu.
|She let me add Scooby to my Scooby shelf 😁|
|All but 1 of her guests who actually came|
|Not often you catch this girl speech less haha|
After the Ticket Blaster and tickets won from the games, she ended up with 2,000+ tickets and "bought" a giant bouncy ball, a medium sized bouncy ball, and baby bouncy ball, a build able hoola-hoop and a purple ring.
Great end to another great party!
Due to costs per child, we limited her guest list to 10, 3 of which were already claimed by cousins. So she could invite 7 friends and she wrote out invitations and I included my cell number to RSVP. I didn't get a SINGLE RSVP. Not one. I actually ended up texting a couple Mom's who's numbers I had to see if they were coming. What happened to communication? To honoring RSVP's? As it turns out only 3 Mom's (the ones I texted and had confirmed they'd come) actually brought their child (in defense of one Mom, she DID text me day of to say they couldn't make it). So we had a party for McKayla, her 3 cousins and 1 friend.
Luckily, I was more upset than she was and she even so eloquently stated when we left: 'It doesn't matter who showed up, as long as we had fun and I had a blast Momma'. wow.