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Yep, we’ve run out of fingers. My oldest child, Jill, has reached the ripe old age of 11. Sheesh! If she’s that old I must be older than dirt!
This here’s my Harry Potter lovin’, Lego playing, drama favoring kid. This kid doesn’t have a single competitive bone in her body and prefers sports where she can push herself. (Her father and I don’t understand this part of her personality. We compete for most things including who ISN’T going to let the dog in or answer the phone.)
This is her last year of elementary school and we are preparing ourselves for the onslaught of hormones that is sure to be in our near future. Until then Allen and I will savor her sweetness and encourage her greatness.
Happy Birthday kid!
The perfectionist in Jill (I have no attention to detail so I can’t claim that part of her personality!) made me reshoot this next picture. The first time I took it she wasn’t wearing shoes and ‘That’s just weird, Mom!’