our baby is 8

Breanna, our sweet little gal, turned 8 yesterday. I am always amazed each year how quickly time flies. I remember holding Breanna for the first time just like it was yesterday. She was a beautiful little 8 pound 3 oz baby with a head full of blond hair and a little cowlick in the front.


She quickly grew and by only a few months we knew she was going to be a fireball. She never slowed down and was always trying to go, go, go. Unlike her brother, she wasn't content to watch the world go by, she wanted to be part of everything.


She always had bruises, goose eggs or scrapes from falling or jumping off something. Bree always was a go getter.


She has always believed she is the same age as Josh and therefore should be able to do everything he does. She is bound and determined to show us she can do whatever Josh does, and she rarely disappoints on that front.


I don't know what I'd do without my little fireball to keep me on my toes.

Here are some pictures of Bree opening some presents. She is tackling Joshua to say thanks (nothing unusual there, she is always tackling someone) for the cute dog he got her.

We went bowling with some friends for a little birthday activity (her regular party is this weekend). It was a good time.
Here is my attempt at making ding dongs for Bree. I don't think they were quite as good, but Bree liked the chocolate cake part and ice cream anyway.