What? I'm the Mother of an 8 Year Old?

I come out of hiding to share pictures of Elsa's 8th, yes she's 8 (on Wednesday), birthday party. We have, literally, been counting down the days to Elsa's 8th birthday for 365 days. She has had it planned for a year and held steadfast to her original vision. All the girl wanted was to go rollerskating with her friends (and hopefully skate in her own roller skates). She made it pretty easy for us, and, as always it was fun to deliver. I'm pretty sure she was not disappointed.

She invited her entire class to the roller skating rink and then we had everyone come back to our place for lunch, a pinata, some time on the trampoline, and ice cream sundaes (the girl still does not like cake). Being that it was the first month of school being back in session, I wasn't able to put as much time into this party as I did Ashagre's this summer, but I still think it turned out great. Elsa was beaming all day long, and all of the other kids seemed to have a great time too. There was one kid that, literally, when it was his turn to decide what he wanted in his sundae just had to take a minute to grin and dance in delight he was so excited.

No more rambling is required. I think the pictures say it all.

Birthday girl. Counting down the minutes for the
party to start. 30...

One present before we head to the rink. Grandma
Wendy comes through with roller skates!

Think she's excited?

One, two...

Three!

Burning off some excitement while waiting for the skating rink to open. 

When this boy goes skating, he skates until he's told
its time to go home.

All lined up smallest to tallest for the pinata. Can you find the birthday girl?

Slugger.

Lots of this.

Ashagre's there for Brent for moral support.

After this photo op, she promptly pushed this homemade piece of chocolate
cream pie back to Uncle Woosha Dog. Pie is too close in relation to cake.
Not gonna happen.

Yes, the party's over but the fun has just begun.