Yesterday she turned in her card and a Queen was born.
She woke up leisurely and came down stairs at 9:30 am. Usually I get her up much earlier on a Saturday....yard sales, of course.
First stop... Starbucks for the BIG caramel frappe (coffee free):
Next, Burger King (ahem...Burger Queen) for breakfast. A whopper and hash browns. They do that for Queens you know, combine breakfast and lunch.
Next we went to the mall, baby free:
Here she is with her purchases:
The Queen was too full from breakfast so she skipped lunch!
After the mall we went to Costco so she could choose her meal for dinner and buy a massive pack of drinks. Her drinks were on the bottom, but here was our haul:
She chose her favorite meal and you would not believe what it is. Green superfood ravioli with pesto sauce.
So that's what we had for dinner.
(This is what we had, but the photo came from Google images).
So to the Queen:
Thank you so much for being a good girl. Thank you for helping me with the two most active kids on the planet. Thank you for letting them pull your hair, poke your eyes out, and mess up your stuff. Thank you for being a good sister and daughter. Thank you for watching out for Gizmo when he tries to escape the yard. Thank you for doing so well in school and being completely paranoid about ever being tardy. Thank you for being my friend. Thank you for being kind and for caring about our family. Thank you for loving God. Thank you for all that you do every day, even if I don't say it. I notice what you do and I am greatful. I love you so so very much.
Does that make me Queen mother?