Seven? Are They Really Seven?

My little babies turned seven years old. I'm kind of at a loss. When they were six I could still kind of pretend they were my babies, but there's something about the age of seven that just sounds older. Oh, and the chinese culture dictates that you are already a year old when you are born, so they are trying to say they are actually eight. Nope, not going along with that one.

We've decided to hold off on a party until next month (Katie liked that plan since she had to wait) as there are so many events going on with school and lots of kids are actually leaving for the winter break this week.

Last night, we let the twins choose where they wanted to eat. Times Square has dozens of restaurants that we haven't tried yet, but where do they pick? Pizza Hut. Afterwards, we walked through the huge four story upscale mall in search of the arcade. We remembered seeing one, but couldn't quite remember on which level it was. Eventually, we found it and the girls played some games and won some trinkets. We also watched the outdoor "movie" and enjoyed the pretty sights.

Mr. Liu bought the girls a birthday cake, but was tired so didn't stay around for the festivities. I don't know if all drivers treat their drivees so well, but we are really spoiled. Wishes were made and candles were blown (twice so each had a turn), presents opened and played with, and finally around nine my angels went to bed.