Twelve years old. Wow. I remember being twelve. It was the roughest year at school by far. Now my first born is twelve. It is surreal. Brooklyn is the most helpful daughter I could ask for. She loves to do kind things for everyone in the family. She prefers to be with me or her brothers or pop rather than sit alone in her room doing things. She loves to hang out with her friends and get chocolate or vanilla bean fraps at Starbucks. She is so easy going and laid back and creative and fun. I think she is turning out to be an amazing young woman! I'm so proud she is my daughter.
Brooklyn insisted on having her cake a day before her birthday. She also insisted on making it.
Dillon climbed on a chair and got his own cake while we were in the living room.
She got a curling iron, a back pack, money and a charm bracelet. We went to the mall on her birthday where she bought a couple of shirts from Aeropostle and some jeans.
On her actual birthday we had her choice of hamburgers, watermelon and rosemary new potatoes. She helped Bobby make the burgers, her choice. What can I say - she loves to cook. The burgers were amazing, her birthday was fun.