Sweet 16 and Graduations

Another one of those crazy kind of nights. Walked in the door and turned around and drove T to Devon's. She was invited to his sister's boyfriend's graduation party at the country club (between 16th b-day parties and grad parties, I think this is the 3rd or 4th time she's been to the club the last two months). Next week she will be joining Devon's family as they celebrate his sister's high school graduation at a restaurant. Not sure if they have enough tickets for her to attend the actual ceremony or not. His mom is very sweet and absolutely adores T. She's already told her she plans to go to Ttown and watch T at UDA camp this summer.

B-days in this house are always a big celebration and T's sweet 16 in July will be no exception. We've been throwing around a couple different ideas but have narrowed down the location, the budget, the color scheme and the guest list. Just need to finalize the menu.

I can not believe she's about to be 16. I can remember the day I found out I was pregnant with her and the day she was born was so special. Thursday night I was literally barefoot in the kitchen mopping the floor when my OB/GYN called the house and said, "hey kiddo! That's a big fat baby you've got there and we're just going to go ahead and schedule a C" (I had been been in that morning for a sonogram since she was almost two weeks late. Dr. Fein actually thought she was going to be over 11 lbs. She was born on a Friday (and we sat in 4th of July weekend traffic and were over a half hour late to my appointment). We were surrounded by our family and friends and my hospital room was basically a party all weekend. However, I think one of things that stands out in my mind the most about that day was that while we were celebrating, another family lost their baby that day. The nurses actually had to bring me to my hospital room a different route so that the other woman and her family wouldn't see me in all my huge pregnancy-ness (and I do mean huge). I remember getting a glimpse around the corridor and her hospital room was dark and her husband was sitting outside just bawling. I always wonder about them when T's b-day rolls around....did they ever have any children? We brought T home from the hospital on Monday, 4th of July and I watched fireworks from my hospital bed the night before.

So here's a photo of my big fat, 9 lbs. 10 oz, 22 1/2 inches long baby all growed up! Well, semi-grown up at least.