Wow! That seems so strange to even write the title to this post. Yes, I have an 11 year old daughter. When you're adopted at age 7.5, age 11 gets here rather quickly. It was a pleasant day. Big brother started off wrapping her gifts that he bought. He wasted a ton of paper because he wasn't interested in making it look pretty.
If you were an 11 year old, which gift looks more appealing?
Jordan always wraps beautifully.
Remember those cool pens that has about 10 different colors? I always loved them. Jordan found one for her.
Then she opted for the ridiculously-rich dirt cake. Yum.
Ivy had her school pictures taken yesterday at co op. As she sat there on that stool, she looked so long and thin....and old. No more baby pudgy cheeks.
Remember how her cheeks looked?
Time is rushing by...
Welcome to my family blog. I have been married to Mike for over half of my life. I love my Savior, Jesus. I am a stay-at-home, homeschooling mom to six terrific, interesting children. My 3 oldest were born to me in my younger years, while my 3 youngest were given to me by God in my older years. I am very blessed. ~Cheri