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Glo's THIRTEENTH Birthday

Happy Birthday, Glo!

It started out with me driving Glo to school.  Because she goes to the high school for her first two classes, she rides the high school bus....to the high school.....with high school kids, most of whom are the stereotypical redneck men.  Needless to say, she's thrilled when I offer to drive her!

And what would the drive be without stopping at McDonald's for the strangest breakfast I could imagine for Glo:  two hashbrowns, and a strawberry banana smoothie.  Who cares?  It's her birthday!

As she was chowing down in the car, she turned to me and said, "I love you, Mommy.  You're the best."  Wait, this was starting to feel like MY birthday.  Spending time with Glo in the morning, and being told I'm loved?

After school, she got a "free pass" from me:  no practicing the violin.  Strangely enough (and yes, that reeks with sarcasm), she didn't roll her eyes at, or huff, or procrastinate the "no practicing" offer.  If she had to make the sacrifice....

I had spent the better part of the day cooking for Glo.  She never asks for a party, and never takes me up on my offer when I suggest one.  She likes home parties, and she especially likes her favorite foods. Luckily, she picked the same dinner that she has picked for the last six years because I had already gone shopping:  lasagna.

The lasagna came out, she gobbled it up, and we were onto presents.

Glo keeps a running list in her room of gifts that she would like.  She doesn't do this as a thing of pride, or expectation.  She just knows that if she tells us what she wants, chances are she will get the item on the list.  She'd rather not leave her gifts up to chance!  Too, she has experienced the hilarious frustration we all feel in never knowing what John wants!  She lets us know.

The entire new Lego catalog had come in the mail, and she attached it to the fridge with half a dozen magnets.  I could hardly resist buying the 2,000+ piece haunted house, seeing as our family can never have enough Halloween decorations :-)

She got several books too, and some hand lotion from Hannah.

So, the cake/blowing out the candles.

Glo doesn't like cake.  In fact, I think one of the only times I served her birthday cake was when she was too little to tell me she doesn't like it.  Her favorite dessert?  Pumpkin pie.  I make it for her every year, and since the recipe is for two pies, she gets a bonus in asking for one :-)

Check out this picture.  Notice anything wrong?


That's right.  Glo is turning THIRTEEN!  When I was at the grocery store the other day, I thought, "Hmm, it will be fun for Glo if I buy the number candles instead of just putting x number of candles in her pie."

Yeah, obviously I don't want her to grow up!  Of course, the girls have had a fun time, mocking my forgetfulness of Glo's age.....

We remedied the situation by adding another candle.  You can't say we Kennedys aren't resourceful!




Glo was incredibly happy after such a simple day.  What a testament to such a good girl.  Oh, and it's only been an hour since we ate, and what did she do?

Pull out a package of Ramen and cook it.  Like I said, Glo likes the simple life.

Happy Birthday, Baby.

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  1. Happy Birthday to Glo! That Lego set looks both complicated and fun. Also, I think I'm going to follow Glo's example and keep a running list of gift ideas in my room.

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