Yesterday was the GB's eighth birthday. She spent a good portion of the afternoon playing in the backyard with the "wagon" she built out of a square plank with caster wheels screwed onto the bottom, and a rope with a length of wood tied on the end as a pull-handle. She mostly drags her baby dolls and stuffed animals on the wagon, around and around the back patio or up and down the sidewalk. If the LB is around and looking for fun, as he was yesterday, she will often cast the baby dolls aside for 85 pounds of brother. She struggles with the load, but she does it because he likes it. That's the kind of person she is.
Around 4:30, a big thunderstorm rolled through (the remnants of Hurricane Newton are currently passing over the Southwest). I don't think I can remember another rainy birthday of hers. She was born on a hot, sunny Saturday afternoon and all her birthdays so far have been bright. It was nice to have the rain, actually, something a little different for her birthday and you know how we all love rain around here. They came inside and she put her baby away and sat quietly listening to her brother practice his guitar (she'd already practiced hers and finished all her schoolwork; she never plays until she's done). I started making her birthday dinner, the macaroni and cheese with broccoli that she'd asked for. She came and watched, chattering on many topics as I worked. She helped a little too. We ate dinner and then her grandparents came over to watch her open presents. We had an ice cream cake, which she picked out herself at Baskin-Robbins.
Her favorite present is her sewing basket. A few weeks ago, the Bear and I went to Jo-Ann Fabrics and bought her a nice basket and all the basic sewing necessities to fill it up. I already had a good pair of sewing scissors and a needle book that I'd been saving for her. We added a tape measure, pins, needles, a few colors of thread, a seam ripper and a marking pencil. We also gave her fat quarter bundle. She already enjoys making simple clothes for her dolls and I plan to teach her some more. She especially loves that her basket is just like mine (aside from the colors). She made sure to add her very first sewing supply to her basket right away: her pincushion. I bought her a vintage tomato pincushion in Arroyo Seco a few years ago, adding long pins with large heads. She was about three and she could spend an hour pulling out the pins and pushing them back in, over and over again. She called it her "sewing," which still entertains me.
She's grown up a lot in the past year - in the past few months, even. She has a new teacher at school and she is enraptured by this lovely young woman with pretty clothes and fun sayings and songs. Lately, I can see that she's beginning to think about the kind of woman she will be. She continues to learn the guitar and is now in her fifth year of ballet. She is small for her age but she uses every bit of herself. Her front teeth are in and it's clear that her bottom teeth are going to cost us a fortune. Our GB had a good birthday, I think. She is a delight - sweet and kind, opinionated and determined, smart and creative.