It's happened. I have an 8 year old. Eight
just seems so...Kid. Not little kid, but Kid. I mean, I can
remember being 8, for petesakes. I guess that means that now
she'll start squirreling away every wrong I inflict on her, stewing
over it in her adulthood...
Julianna's a great kid. She gave us the hardest time getting out,
but once we got her, she's been pretty easy. Well, by
comparison. And okay, she was kind of a hellish infant. And
I carried her in a sling until she was 2 and a half and weighed 35 lbs,
but still. All in all a great kid. She's smart and kind and
beautiful. She has far more concern for others than I've ever
modeled, so it's all coming from inside her. She's much more
patient with her siblings than I ever was with mine. She tries
her best, she is outraged by injustice to others. I'm proud of
her. And just look at her:
And back when she was the Only:
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Deana, she is just a doll. Happy Birthday girl!
Liz
HAPPY BIRTHDAY to her! Beautiful photos........time goes so fast!
Clearly she gets it all from me.
Ack! 8 is old! Maggie turned 8 yesterday and I was thinking the same thing about reemmbering being 8!!! Julianna is beautiful! I hope she had a great birthday!
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