Kyla expects a lot on her b-day. So there is a lot of pressure on the ole’ padres to make sure her day goes off without a hitch. She has high expectations and therefore is easily disappointed when the pieces sort themselves out in a way that is not to her liking. This only means there isn’t much wiggle room for error.

We started her day with breakfast at Kneaders for Kyla’s favorite french toast. If you’ve never been, I highly recommend it. De-lish. We almost blew it out of the gate though because while we were scrambling to put some finishing touches on party decorations we were also making a starving 7 year old wait. And well, her patience was lacking. Come to think of it, I’m not sure Kyla even knows the meaning of the word. But we made it and the nice fellow behind the counter put a b-day rush on her order which earned us a few points.

Kyla is our New Orleans Mardi Gras baby and so it was decided that this year she’d show these Utahans how they celebrate down south. Lots of beads, decorating masks with glitz, glitter and feathers, background jazz music, piping hot beignets doused with powdered sugar and a Manny Randazzo King Cake shipped straight from New Orleans helped to make our party as authentic as possible. We had fun and not even Kyla was disappointed. (insert a well deserved pat on the back for Matt and I here.) Especially when she opened the only thing she asked for. A pink digital camera.

Already her focus is racing ahead to her next b-day. Heaven forbid she just enjoy being seven for a year. Always in a hurry to get to the next thing-convinced that it will bigger and better. She’s pre-planning for that new set of scriptures she’s dying to have, getting baptized, and she’s up in the air if she wants a new CTR ring. “Only if they have pink.”  Well, at least we’ve got that one covered.

Just for fun here’s a quick look back to one year ago. A year makes a big difference.

A bike with training wheels to a bike with no training wheels.

Having the longest hair in the family to the shortest.

Moving from Missouri to Utah.

Finding a favorite little friend named Courtney.

More teeth fell out.

Some things change while others do not. At least not this year.
She is still loud and still working on that inside voice (without much success).
She is still wild and fun and crazy. “Spunky” as her 1st grade teacher calls her.
She still sucks her thumb.
She still likes to cuddle but she’s not a fan of getting or giving kisses.
She still loves to read and write.
She still likes to call the shots around here.
She still is a very picky eater.
She is still one of my favorites.

Happy 7th Kyla!

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