How did this little (ok, she was never that little but still- littler) baby get to be eight??
It seems like just yesterday that you could leave her on the floor and she'd still be there when you got back from the loo.
Ahhh but that independent streak showed itself early when she insisted on feeding herself and then would redecorate with the food and gnaw on the empty spoon.
Then of course she was so hungry she spent all her time trying to eat absolutely anything and everything we met on our walks....
And while mummy and daddy were busy trying to teach Meg the difference between edible and inedible objects in the world around us she was busy teaching us about not underestimating your kid:
Check out the determination to open that box and ahhh how's the babyproofing going with an operational oven toaster at knee height???
Eight years on and you're slightly less likely to spread your dinner all over the table or try and eat a flower. I love that you haven't worked out how to make funny faces and think this is standard:
And I am glad that I can still beat you at bowling as it makes up for the fact you are the family UNO champion.
Happy Birthday Mega-monster and hope it's a great year for you.
Oh and remember it's a rule- 8 year olds have to be nice to their sisters. I don't know why, just a rule.