Facials at the party? I guess dolls aren’t cool anymore.
Today is her official birthday but last week Somara was in Florida to celebrate it early. If several people have a birthday in the same month, then they’re lumped together into one party. I guess it’s for efficiency or some unusual family tradition; my family was smaller so we had individual bashes.
Anyway, Madison is now nine and in modern America she has entered the Fashionista period of her life. No more toys and games, it’s an obsession with cosmetics, clothes, the Mall, etc. My friends with older daughters survived this phase successfully. I wonder how. Their stories sounded like they were trapped with a living, breathing creature composed of the E network, The Gap, Degrassi (TV show on The N), Teen Beat and Veruca Salt. A non-stop melodrama on two feet! I exaggerate in jest. Not all children turn into monsters at adolescence yet I think I’m going to miss the little princess who had the greatest time playing Candyland with a couple summers ago. There’s always her younger sister for the kid games though.
As long as she keeps wanting to hang out with her Uncle Maggi at Dave & Buster’s every year, I think we’ll be cool. My next optimistic expectation is her tastes in music evolving enough that she’ll want me to take her to a real rock concert—no dorky boy bands. Currently, it’s looking a bit unlikely. She received tickets to see Hannah Montana as a gift. How I pity my brother-in-law because he has to take her. On the other hand, when I was eight, the Captain & Tennille were my favorites and I turned out okay.