My angel hasn't changed
a whole lot
from her
but the little ways
in which she has
seem huge to this mama.
She's still a sweet and agreeable
little heaven drop
little heaven drop
but even
she
has her
days.
Yes
she can be
um
what's the word I'm searching for here...
precocious.??..hmm...sometimes
sassy??...hmmm...usually sarcastically witty and I can't hate her for that
cranky pants?..hmmm..only if you disturb her while she's watching ICarly or while she's in a deeeeep slumber
TEN
Yep.
That's it.
Ten.
The age where it's really hit me that she's been alive for an entire decade
and irritatingly enough
it really hit
her
that she's not that far away from becoming a
t _ _ _ @ _ _ _
[i just can't say the t word. You'll have to fill in the blanks yourself. ahhh...]
This extra digit really
is a doozie.
As she enters the second decade of her life
Izzy still has this
zest
for life that can only be described
as wanting to take the entire world on
one
day
at
a
time.
[did I mention she also has a flair for the dramatic? i have absolutely no clue where that came from.]
So I wasn't surprised when she asked for a backyard camping adventure
for her birthday party.
And to the loves of your life
can you really say
anything other than
when they request something so reasonable
???
[these girls were absolutely nothing but pure entertainment.
i sort of wanted to jump in their fun and pretend i was 10 again.]
oh.
wait.
I did.
I promise they invited me!!
They also hired their own set of judges.
First up-
Grubby Jimbo Diddio
Known
[round the block - of course]
for his freelance
[but pretty sweet - nonetheless]
rendition of the oral hygiene goodie
&
the personal skin care goodie
he was a shoe-in
to be asked his
semi-professional opinion
as a judge.
The shirt he wore to judge the event
[as seen above]
is completely accurate in describing his judging style.
Definitely a Simon Cowell critic-type
with the heart of the teddy bear inside.
The next set of judges came as a pair
because they were too busy
before the competition
(pretending they didn't care for each other's presence)
to be bothered with a silly
singing competition.
we paid them enough
eventually
[in candy]
to get them to participate.
[goofs]
Sweet Neeta
was very
Paula Abdul
in her judging style.
Meaning she was overly complimentary
especially to the boys
but since there were no competing boys
she was just complimentary in general.
never one to break any one's spirit
she continuously kept her
number
10
in the middle of her scoreboard
only changing the color of
the hearts and flowers around
the number
for each contestant's score.
I still say the tears I saw her shed
were from the moving lyrics
and the way I lovingly sang them
and not from
biting her tongue
while chewing the
aforementioned
Now & Laters
so I ultimately declare my victory
valid
in that sense.
[it was a very very close competition]
Big James
[seen pictured with Sweet Neet]
was particularly tough
of a judge
and expected nothing less than perfection.
Apparently
his own sibling
wasn't quite up to his standards
and she suffered an unfair bias against her in the scores in that regards.
I wouldn't hold it against her to declare shenanigans if she would ever be interested in a re-match.
We also invited
to
be a judge
as she's usually quite hilarious
with her snarky opinions
but
she found a new
toy earlier that day
and simply could not be swayed to participate.
[To Mona - Boxes = Heaven]
After we wrapped up the first round of the competition
[second round to be continued in the morning after very much pleading from all contestants under 30]
the girls also enjoyed working on painting
birds.
[we sort of fell of the nature track there for a minute so I tried to shift it back into camping gear]
I asked Izzy what type of cake she wanted for the party.
She really had to think about it! Pinterest turned up so many good finds!
Ultimately
we settled on a
"Camping Cake"
She loved it.
We sang to the birthday girl!
as you can clearly see by my gaping wide open mouth we have just begun the song
"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa (<----see my face making that sound?)
ppy birthday to you!"
After unwrapping some presents and staying up entirely too late
she woke up with her friends the next morning
to enjoy her birthday campout breakfast of choice
[made in my kitchen. cough. cough.]
I hate to wish her another year older already
but if her birthday parties
are always going to be this much fun
I can't wait for the next one.
[don't ruin my mom moment and tell me 11 is the year they kick you out of their birthday party.]
Gah.
I love that girl.
But the place which you have selected for your camp, though never so rough and grim, begins at once to have its attractions, and becomes a very centre of civilization to you: "Home is home, be it never so homely."
~Henry David Thoreau
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