Happy birthday, P

My little *baby* is 7 years old and I can hardly believe it.

Somehow, she went from this gummy thing, with the brightest, happiest smile:

to a full-on *big kid* who can read,

do math homework on her own, and crack everyone up with the jokes she’s created.

She still has the same giant smile and belly laughs.

(Never forget the time she got her face painted like a tiger… and transformed into a tiger)

She’s my adventure buddy, who’s always down for a hike or a walk around the neighborhood. She’ll be the first one to bust out out in dance moves (but don’t you dare put her back in hip hop class), pick up an animal or a lizard, or hop on the couch for a snuggle. She’s also in the front row of the Incredicoaster, help us all.

She’s fiercely determined, and has taught herself how to do a lot on her own. When she learned how to ride her bike without training wheels (she was 4), she insisted on practicing in the garage by herself until she had it. She came into the living room and said she figured it out, and biked around the neighborhood with us.

She loves horses, soccer, hotels, pretending to be a ninja,

and anything she can create or build. She has a brilliant mind, the kindest heart, an awesome sense of humor, and every day I feel blessed to be her mama.

Watching her and Liv together continues to be one of my very favorite things.  

Happy Birthday, P Rose!

Off to celebrate this girl all day but I’ll be back tomorrow with a new podcast episode!

xo

Gina

P’s birth story part 1

P’s birth story part 2

If you’re dealing with severe reflux right now, I’m sending you the biggest hug and holding you in my heart. It felt like it would last forever, and before I knew it, we had the happiest, silliest kid, with memories of the reflux far behind us. You’ll get there, too- hang in there. <3