Happy Birthday Tara!

As most of you know by now

this blog really started out for my family...

and I got a little sidetracked along the way..

Soooo...

If you don't want to see someone's past

in pictures please feel free to

come again another time.

Now...without further ado...

I present the life of

Tara Lynn

(known in Blogland as TPot)

Here is the little hippie house

we bought from a cute hippie..

right after we were first married

and I got moved to this

God-forsaken frozen tundra...er...I mean..

to Wisconsin.

See that little window above my head?

Yeah? Well....that was the

Magical Room where you

came about...

Forget that other story about the

furniture store I told you..

Yeah..ONE of those stories is

just a joke. For your first birthday MyHero

(your Daddy) was walking across

the kitchen floor and fell down

SPLAT! You laughed and clapped..

He moaned and groaned.

We celebrated with a cake for you

and traction for him..

I don't know which one got

spoiled the most...

but he didn't want to come home.Your next birthday came and went

and we found Santa Claus that

December...

You pulled something out of his beard..

Not sure what it was...

Don't really WANT to know.

Your big brother thought you

were pretty cute...Pretty soon you were joined by a little

sister. You were SOOO naughty that

if I hadn't already been pregnant by the time

you were one I would have stopped having kids..

Yes..indeedy...You were REALLY

naughty- Throw the milk down the

laundry chute naughty..

Write on Mimi with a

magic marker naughty..

N-A-U-G-H-T-Y
Not sure WHAT you were feeding Mimi...

Hoping it wasn't dog food...

which you were wont to do.

The next year finds you and

Mimi dressed for Trick or Treating.

Notice the face hanging over the back of your

chair? Yep-that is BIG BROTHER..

who doesn't think you are quite so cute anymore.You loved to swing..and run...and play...You also loved to dance.

Your Dad rented out a building to a

Dance Studio and lessons for you

were part of the deal.

However...he forgot how expensive

costumes were and grumbled

and moaned when he had to

pony up for this one.You were Grandmother Clare's first

great grandchild and the only

one she ever had any

real hands on with.

She adored you.You loved pumpkin picking in the Fall...And, after a long hard day of

Pumpkin picking you came home

and fell asleep like a bookend

with your baby brother,

MamasBoy.Another Christmas rolled around..

I made you all matching outfits

for pictures with Santa.

Each year you got taller and taller

as you stood next to Santa.Soon you were biking to school

all by yourself when we lived

in Palm Beach Gardens, FLLike magic you went from

singing in the backyard

to singing at a Christian

gathering. You had a wonderful

voice and it blessed people

just to hear you sing.The years flew by and soon...

you were old enough to graduate..

Your Senior year was one of

fun and promise..

You, who had been so naughty

as a child, turned out to be

a good girl as a teenager.

(Well, pretty good...except for getting your

friends in trouble by encouraging them

to short cut the school walk by sitting under

a tree and cutting through some back yards

to be close to the head of the pack)You attended a ball and are

flanked by two friends that went

with you.

I see that you thought you looked

like Madonna or some

slick chick in this photo.And even though you were classy enough

to go to a ball...

you could still have a ball

with your younger sister.You met TheBrawnyMan by chance..

when you were least expecting it..

He hung around you even when

it meant freezing his butt off..And then...how could it be?

You and TheBrawnyMan had a softly beautiful

magical wedding.....Even after you got married

you did not forget how important it was

to attend a Packer Game with

your sister...

your friend...

your Mimi...

because, as you know, family is

one of the most important

things on God's green Earth...

And now...NOW...now...

you REALLY understand...

because you have gone

from baby to

child...from child to woman

from woman to wife..

from wife to mother..

Now you know..

know that you are blessed

in this life...

blessed to have

a family to call your own.And even though you are grown up..

and a woman..

you will always be

my little girl.

Happy Birthday...

Little Girl...

I love you!

And what better way to show it

than with flowers

and Starbucks?

ps...just wondering....while you are reading this...

uh...what is SweetCheeks doing?..

She is ALMOST as naughty

as you were!