Today, Bea is 9. Today, like every day, she is full of energy, making as much out of life as she can, whether it means trying to sneak in some TV time before breakfast, playing -- at top volume -- T.rex vs. Barbie vs. plastic horse, or somehow managing to find her way across the street and into her friend's house without me realizing it, right before the camp bus is due to arrive. (Great timing, kid.)
She is fiercely independent when she wants to be. Seriously, we could leave this kid with a pantry of snacks and the television and she'd probably be fine for, like, a month. (Not that we would, but she is quite capable of entertaining and feeding herself.) She likes taking care of business by herself, unless it involves taking a shower, reading, or going to bed. There, she draws the line. She does not want to do any of those three things, ever. Not by herself, not with anyone, not at all, thankyouverymuch.
The irony about the shower? Once she gets in, she never gets out. She stays in there and plays for ages.
Her current obsessions: Pokemon (that is still a thing?!), anything with a screen (she might have downloaded 14 animal simulators on John's tablet and four on mine and ended up owing John a lot of money), animals, and making as much noise as humanly possible.
Happy birthday, kiddo. I love you and I love the awesome crazy fun you bring to our lives.
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