It's great to be eight!

My baby girl turned eight on Saturday. I can't believe my youngest is that old! She brings a lot of joy and fun into our home. I love being her mom.

In our home, the kids can't do sleep-overs with friends until they are eight. We bent it a little by letting her best friend, Sara, spend the night on Friday. The girls had fun with their little camp party. They decorated foam crowns, sang camp songs and ate smore's. Tom set up the tent in the backyard. They watched a movie in the tent, but decided to come inside to sleep.

On Saturday morning, Kenna opened her brand new scriptures and bag her grandma gave her. She loved the dark green quad with matching case. (Thanks grandma!) She then opened the birthstone barbie from Maddy, the makeup and case from Cam, and the journal from Court. Tom then told her to go into the living room where she was shocked to see a new (gently used) pink bike!

Saturday night, no amount of begging would change Kenna's mind on her pick for dinner. She chose Chuck E. Cheeses. For years now, it is the destination of choice for her. She had a good time, and luckily, she is old enough not to cry over the tickets and prizes as has happened in the past. The Norr's spoiled her with presents and came with us to eat cardboard pizza. One day, I may miss Chuck. I'm not sure how much longer she will request him.

Maddy and Kenna helped decorate the cake. It's hard to see in the picture, the cakes are supposed to look like a pair of flip flops. They used M&M's and bottlecaps to decorate the sides, and the straps are licorice pieces.


My favorite part of this tornado of a weekend was her baptism Saturday afternoon. She was excited! It was a small, but wonderful group of people that came. Courtney gave the talk on baptism. She reminded Kenna of how she was as a baby and how she would help take care of her, and when she is baptized, it is like being born again. Cameron talked on the Holy Ghost. He made me face reality. He is ready to go on a mission in a few months. He showed two flashlights; one bright and one dim and compared that to the Holy Ghost. The bright when we are obedient and the dim when we aren't.

I watched her put her hands in her dads, and teared up when I realized this was the last time one of our children stepped into that water. We laughed when her toe popped up and she had to be dunked again. It truly was a beautiful day!