I might even be a rockstar...

Last week our baby girl turned seven.  Seven.  It doesn't even seem possible.  Most days I still think that Spencer is still seven.  I don't like how quickly this time is marching on.

We celebrated her "real" birthday by going out to dinner with Grama and coming home to open gifts and have some cake and ice cream.

This is probably the most expensive outfit she owns and it is for her doll.  Evan had wanted to buy her that Indian outfit since before Christmas.   One day a few weeks before Christmas he was telling me about how much money he had earned and how he almost had enough to buy Hailey the Indian outfit for Toby.  Isn't he the sweetest?  I told him that the clothes in the American Girl catalog were very expensive and maybe he and I could find a pattern and make her a dress.  He kind of liked the idea of getting the sewing machine back out, but had reservations about whether or not a dress we made would be fancy enough.  So we ordered the doll dress that costs more than any dress hanging in her closet, but he was so excited to give it to her.  I don't know what his face in the photo is all about.

She loved her new One Direction lunch case and I love how excited she was to open up her new Bella Ballerina shoes.

The strangest gift by far but also another one she loved was her new trash can.  She told our scout elf Springle that she wanted a trash can you can step on to open.

A few days later we had a party for her friends at Daddy's school.   The girls got to get "rock star chic" in the dressing room with the help of some of the "big girls".

After they were all decked out, they all headed to the stage for a crazy dance party.

It was so much fun to watch all of them singing and dancing.  They all had the best time.

After dancing, we headed back to the rehearsal room where we had set up a table for cupcakes and ice cream.

Photo bombed by big brother paparazzi.

It was a great party.  I don't know if we will ever be able to top the rock star birthday.