I’ll use any excuse to create a press printed card.
Seriously. Any.
So even though we are not throwing a full-on birthday party for my daughter’s 5th birthday, I still printed invitations for the family pizza party we are having. These are 5×7 cards, two-sided, printed on linen paper.


Five, people. She’s turning FIVE.
In, like, two weeks.
I still feel like she’s three.
Which reminds me … I should probably stop telling people she’s three when they ask me.
On a semi-related note: it was “Parent Watch Week” at her dance studio last week. It was actually our first glimpse into her (usually closed door) weekly dance lessons since she started back in November.
And I have to tell you: I love this little kid.
Er, big kid, I guess I should say.
On the left, midway through the class, changing out of ballet shoes and into her tap shoes:

Warming up the taps:

I still can’t believe she’s turning five. It’s bittersweet.
A friend just told me, “You know, they say you get your life back when your youngest child turns five.”
I think you lose a little something, too, though.



































