Today is my oldest daughter's ninth birthday. It is horrifying to contemplate how close she is to adolescence. I remember when she was a tiny baby (well, an eight-and-a-half-pound tiny baby... as tiny as my babies get!), and now she's only nine inches shorter than I am-- and she'll be taller than I am before too long, thanks to the fact that I married a giraffe. My kids are now nine, six, and three... all pretty grown up. But for those of you that don't know, I have a fourth kid on the way, due in February, so that takes some of the sting out of my kids growing up. But eventually I have to stop having babies, and they'll ALL grow up. Sob.
We're having my daughter's birthday party tomorrow, which happens to be Harry Potter's birthday (and J.K. Rowling's as well). So naturally we're having a Harry Potter birthday. This is, I think, the third Harry-themed party she's had. The kid is wild about Harry, and has been since she was five. Over the years we've contributed our fair share to making Ms. Rowling the richest woman in England, I'm afraid:-). But to be fair, Harry's helped keep two of my kids compulsively reading, so we shan't begrudge Ms. Rowling her royalties!