This little 'Fishy' is EIGHT!

I'm really having a hard time believing that Morgan is now eight years old. 8. Ocho. EIGHT! That seems so grown up to me. It seems like it was only yesterday that I was being sent home from the hospital in 'false labor' and soaking in the bathtub trying to relieve my fake labor pains when Morgan decided to surprise us with a daddy delivery at home, in the water. But at the same time so much has changed in our lives these past 8 years. So much growth, love, acceptance, understanding, challenges and blessings. It's hard to remember life before Morgan. She's made us so much better. I now have a different perspective on so many things I thought I understood. Perfection. Normalcy. Love. Friendship. Intelligence. Determination. Patience. Hard work. Potty training. Compassion. Acceptance. Dreams. I love this little girl so very much and feel SO LUCKY to be her mom!

Morgan's birthdays have always been a difficult time for me. I never knew what she really wanted or would like for her birthday. She loves to play but it's usually random stuff that I would never pick out as her gift. She never really cared about the gifts or party. Kids were invited but didn't ever really interact with Morgan but played with her siblings instead. I wanted it to be different this year. I wanted a birthday party that was about her. Now that she is mainstreamed, she has lots of friends at her school and in the neighborhood who genuinely love and care about her. I let Morgan help me decide who she wanted to invite from her class. We started talking about her birthday last week and counting down the days. Last night as I was tucking her into bed, I asked her whose birthday was tomorrow. She was excited to know it was almost here! This morning when she woke up she excitedly said, "Let's go see!" She wanted to go downstairs and see all of her birthday surprises. And I think she even liked what she opened! She loves Peter Pan and Tinkerbell right now. Mia, Griffin and Morgan love to watch "Peter Pan One", "Peter Pan Two" or the "Different Peter Pan" almost everyday.

She got a Tinkerbell scooter, Tinkerbell barbie and lantern, Princess stuff and Leapster game to help her with addition and subtraction.

Breakfast was a little rushed with opening presents and getting ready for school. But not too rushed for a number 8 pancake, sausage and eggs.

She was so excited to try out her new Tinkerbell scooter and rode it around the driveway until it was time for school. And check out the color coordinating outfit with her scooter. I couldn't have planned it that well if I had tried.

And because birthday celebrating really should be part of every aspect of the day. I took donuts to her 2nd grade class before their morning recess. I love these kids. Every single one of them. They are all so loving, patient and kind to Morgan. And her teacher this year . . . she rocks! Right when I walked in the room she asked me if I wanted to get a picture of Morgan with all of her classmates. She expects great things from Morgan and I think it's gonna be a great year!

Enjoying her birthday donut

Morgan and her aide, Miss Aubrey. She comes with lots of experience (even if she looks young enough to be my own daughter) and Morgan has done well with transitioning to having a new aide this year.

Morgan's all time favorite activity is swimming. It's like she was born to swim. Well, she was kind of was born to swim. Being born in a bathtub full of water and all. I wanted to do something for her party that she loved. Not sure how warm it would be in the middle of September but decided to go for it and plan an outdoor swimming party.

It ended up being the warmest day of the month. 90 degrees. It was a beautiful day. Perfect weather for swimming! I wanted to get a picture of Morgan with her cake before she swam. She refuses to wear goggles or shut her eyes under water. She always ends up with swollen, red eyes after swimming. She smiled cute for this picture but don't be fooled by that cute, innocent face. Right after this picture she started pushing the starfish deep into the cake and swiping off as much frosting as she could with her finger.

FISHY PARTY.

Goldfish crackers. Swedish Fish. Real Goldfish. Under the Sea cake. Fish pinata.

She loved swimming with her friends and cousins. She spent the first 30 minutes splashing all of them. They were good sports and gently splashed her back, only to get splashed right back in the face. Everyone jumped out of the pool when it was time for the pinata. Everyone except the birthday girl. I stood by the stairs holding her towel. I knew she wasn't going to budge and let her know she wasn't through swimming and would be able to get back in the pool after the pinata.

She loved hitting the pinata and watching all of her friends have a turn.

We had a hard time getting the candles lit. A little wind and a very anxious birthday girl who didn't want to let us get them all lit before she blew them out. Uncle Blake helped hold her a good breath's distance from the cake (now a little less frosted) while we got all 8 candles lit.

The Party Guests

Morgan decided to take me up on that offer of getting back into the pool and took off right after the group shot. No time to eat cake and ice cream or open presents. She was determined to not come out of that pool. So we forced her out by closing the cover.

Opening gifts was a little overwhelming for her. Actually it was a little overwhelming for all of us. She received so many gifts and had everyone all around her. It was a lot of chaos and stimulation for her. She loved her gifts and was excited to open and play with each one as she unwrapped them. She got so many nice gifts and it seems like Christmas at our house with all of these new toys!

We opened up the pool to look for a lost necklace. Her BFF, Gracey, gave her a "Best Friends" necklace and lost her half of the necklace in the pool. All of the kids were so excited to see the pool open again and jumped in. Morgan included. She swam with some of her friends for 2 more hours.

We finally made it home and got some dinner. Played with Zhu Zhu pets and Tinkerbell. And put a tired 8 year old girl in her bed. I climbed up the ladder to her bunkbed and layed by her as she fell asleep. We talked about the day and all of the fun things she had done to celebrate her 8th birthday. I finally pretended to be asleep hoping she would be able to fall asleep. She kept leaning over and giving me butterfly kisses, eskimo kisses and zerberts. And my absolute favorite thing . . . whispering in my ear, "I love you, Mom!"

Happy Birthday, Morgan! I love you too!