Yes, there is a big, fat "S" on the end of the word "celebrations" up there in the title because man alive, this girl had a few of them.
We started out with our traditional family birthday breakfast:
Before school, her friends were really sneaky and tricked her into signing a form they claimed was for her friend's birthday coming up the next week. But it was really a "contract" promising she would wear a crown and a big, huge poster saying she's the birthday girl all day long at school that day (gotta teach her how to read the fine print). So she really did wear this crown at school:
I thought I would be the "cool" mom and sneak her in some doughnuts for one class and a big helium balloon with some cookies attached at the end of the day. I was so worried the ladies at the front would be all bugged and say to me, "Lady, your daughter is in Jr. High now. We don't allow mothers to come in here and keep babying their kids."
Instead, as I apologized profusely to the lady at the front desk and asked her if what I was doing was ok she looked at me with a smile and told me this was "nothing" compared to what other parents do.
I'm such an amateur. I guess I could have gotten away with my blimp-flying-over-the-school-with-a-big-happy-birthday-banner-tossing-cupcakes-down-to-everyone plan after all. ;)
One of Elle's friends who is older and who she looks up to with all her might got to go get a make-over to figure out how to wear super light make-up when she turned 12. Well, Elle got stuck like a bee to honey on that idea, so after school I took her to get introduced to make-up:They seemed to get along great.
We went swimming that evening:...and did the traditional cake float:
A couple days later (on the weekend) one of Elle's darling friends planned out a surprise breakfast for her. She (the friend) wanted to make this birthday extra special for Elle because it was her "golden birthday" (when you turn the same age corresponding to the day of the month your b-day is on...she turned 12 on the 12th).
So she called a bunch of girls and they kidnapped her bright and early:
...and took her in for pancakes all in their pj's.
Then her sweet new Young Women leaders and a couple beehives came and decorated our front door all cute:
And that was all before the actual party. This was the invitation she pretty much made up herself:
I think it's funny she chose to have a celebrity birthday party since neither of us know much about those folks. She asked that everyone dress as their favorite celebrity and then, for the life of her, couldn't figure out who in the world to be.
Her friend suggested Miss America a couple hours before the party so she ran with it.
We took these posters (guys who Elle is in love with...I kid...a lot) and cut them into puzzles and hid the pieces. The group who put their puzzle together first won.
They played other games too.
And ate:I forced them to pose for pictures:
And then they swam to their little hearts contents. Elle floated the cake that was totally falling apart by then since I tried to stack it too high (of course we can't have any cake around Elle's b-day without floating it).
Yep, that big number twelve sure got celebrated.
Which is good, because we sure love this girl.
Happy birthday, baby.