Rachael turned twelve last Saturday.  Twelve.  And she wanted only one thing for her twelfth birthday: to spend the day in Seattle visiting the Space Needle, Pike’s Place Market and, most importantly, the Harry Potter exhibit at the Pacific Science Center. (Wait. I guess that’s three things. But who’s counting?) Since we visit Portland and the Oregon Coast quite often, we haven’t spent a lot of time with the kids in Seattle, so this was an exciting adventure for us. My mom took Megan and Ethan overnight so that Rache could have her parents to herself for the entire day, and I think it was as close to a perfect day as we will ever come. No kidding.

We explored all of Pike’s Place Market, where we sampled seven different exotically delicious  foods (we counted ’em) before eating a lunch of fish and chips while overlooking the ocean; spent two hours at the top of the Space Needle, which is always breathtaking (especially when you’re twelve and have never seen it); took a cozy midday nap in our lovely hotel with a view of the misty city; had dinner at the Cheesecake Factory which is always fun (especially when you’re twelve and have never been there); window shopped downtown (during which her father lectured her on the evils/stupidity of Anthropologie); visited the Harry Potter exhibit, which was even more spectacular than Rachael had hoped; had dessert at the Cheesecake Factory (yes, we went twice in one night), then shook off the damp chill with a soak in the hot tub back at the hotel, followed by a family reading marathon that lasted well past midnight. It was such a great day. Though the trip was meant as a gift for Rachael, I don’t think she could have enjoyed it any more than her parents did. It was surreal to spend the day alone with her, listening to and looking at her as a new young lady, not just Part I of “the kids.”  She is just about all grown-up, and though I’m thrilled with who she is, it still hurts a little bit. (Gotta get over that.  Sheesh.)

This darling pre-teen was enthralled with the city, the buildings, the restaurants and shops and lights and people, and thanked us every ten minutes for giving her such a special birthday.  She was kind and gracious and funny, and I had to talk her out of using her hard-earned babysitting money on souvenirs for her friends and family.  Spend it on yourself for once, I told her.  It’s your birthday! (Do I get mother of the year for preaching selfishness or what?)  She finally conceded when I assured her that I’d take care of the souvenirs for the others.  Rachael can’t bear to buy things for just herself.  It’s one of the ninety-seven things I love most about her.  That, and her new braces.

Here’s a recap of our Big Day:

Grandma Cindy got her a pillow that hooks up to her new Ipod, so she can listen to music while she sleeps.  She is in LOVE with it, and listened to it all the way there and back (bringing it with her for the night in the hotel, too.)
Jamming around downtown.  It has been decided that if Harvard or BYU doesn’t work out, Rache will be attending the Art Institute of Seattle, majoring in fashion design.  I jokingly said, “Yeah, then you’ll get an apartment downtown and get heavy into the art scene and we’ll lose you while you go “find yourself.”  Without missing a beat, she replied, “You’re worried I’m gonna go Eat, Pray, Love my way around the world?”  Hmm, guess she’s overheard my tirades against Elizabeth Gilbert.  (At least I’ve taught her something.)
Having fun at Pike’s Place.  Turns out this was a huge piggy bank.  (The pig was rather fitting for the way we spent our day.)
Beechers Gourmet Cheeses at the Market.  Their “Flagship Cheese” is incredible, and it should be, for what it cost.  We found it at a grocery store for a third as much on the way home.  Needless to say, it was promptly purchased and consumed.
On the waterfront.
Perfect picture.
Perfect day.
In the outdoor elevator downtown–perfect place to trap Rache for a photo of her new braces.  In case you can’t tell, they’re hot pink.  Perfect.
Enjoying the Space Needle–but not the weather!  This really is a spectacular sight, though.  It was fun for Derrick and I to visit it again after so many years.  Rachael was enchanted.
Outside the “Music Project” building, which will certainly be our first stop the next time we’re here.
The view from our hotel.  It was beautiful at night.
A child’s induction to the Cheesecake Factory. We debated, then settled on the Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup Cheesecake, but only after Rachael asked repeatedly if “everyone felt good about it.”  (We take dessert very seriously in this family.)   We split it three ways and still had some left over.  It hurt not to be able to bring it home in a box.
Rache’s first monorail ride, on her way to the Harry Potter exhibit.  It was all so exciting!

Unfortunately, they wouldn’t allow any photographs of the exhibit.  But here’s a little taste of what we saw, though the photos don’t do justice to the enchantment that was in the air.  It was so much more than just viewing props.  We felt like we had just stepped into the movie; it was dark and misty and magical, with the musical score playing in the background and scenes from the movie showing on numerous screens to augment the sets we were viewing.  At one point a dark, foggy entryway began to hiss, and the steam then rose up to reveal the Hogwarts Express behind, as shiny and imposing as it is onscreen.  It was like stepping into the story.   The tour guides even had British accents, for pete’s sake!

Believe it or not, as soon as we entered the exhibit, Rachael was chosen from the crowd to sit beneath the Sorting Hat and be assigned a house.  Her time under the famed hat looked very much like this photo.  Can you guess which house she belongs in?  You’re right. Three cheers for Gryffindor!

Still glowing from the exhibit.  Ready to hit the hot tub and relax in the hotel room.  Perfect.

Next on Rachael’s agenda:  going to Young Womens (she’s thrilled,) getting her ears pierced (she’s thrilled), working hard at swim team and piano lessons and keeping her straight As (we’re thrilled), and painting a mural in her new bedroom (which I guarantee will look professional.)

Am I bragging?  You bet.  I’m thrilled.

Happy Birthday to my not-so-little-girl with the not-so-little heart.  We love you!

14 thoughts on “She’s twelve. I’ve earned my bragging rights (and another long post.)

  1. That’s it. You win parents of the year. I am so impressed that you did all that for your first born. What a wonderful memory for her. And you as parents. Rachael is so darling and I so wish our kids were friends.

    I love Beecher’s. To die for mac and cheese!

  2. Wendy–yeah, Derrick set this up for me on WordPress and I barely even know how to use it. (Don’t tell anyone.)

    Thanks for your kind comments, everyone, and indulging me in my long posts about my kids. It’s all just going by so fast, isn’t it?

  3. What cute parents you are. I bet that trip meant so much to Rachel. She is a sweetie! Love the pics and the talk about food as always.

  4. This is a sweet post. I hope you and your daughter have a great relationship as she enters her teen years. Also I ate at the Cheesecake factory on Saturday night as well, crazy! Glad you enjoyed your trip!

  5. happy birthday to Rachael! please tell her i miss being her primary teacher and that she will have a BLAST being in young women’s! She is such an amazing girl.

  6. Aw, congratulations. What a fabulous time you all had together! And the Reeses cheescake is my all time favorite! Good choice! We have one of those darling 12 year olds coming up. I wonder what she would want to do for her 12th? I’ll have to ask. Thank you for your positive post. It helps to look at this milestone positively, right. sniff, sniff…

  7. Awe… I just love Racheal! This brought tears to my eyes. I think she is one of the most amazing “women” I know! I can only hope that my girls grow up to be as wonderful. Seriously, you guys “done good!” Happy Birthday Rache!

  8. That day sounds amazing, Jen. You have definitely earned the right to brag because she really is just as good as you make her sound. I’m so glad you guys had fun. Seattle is such a cool city. Those pictures almost made me miss the NW (minus the rain, of course). Happy Birthday Rache!

  9. Is it ok to say I cried reading this post – it is my right – I am her aunt. She makes me want to be a better woman. Over the weekend, I was just looking at pictures of holding her at her blessing, her curly baby locks, the toddler that was so proud of her princess underwear, and now she is twelve?

    Where has the time gone – oh how I wish we were closer so my girls could grow up watching Rachael – she is an amazingly beautiful girl inside and out! Tell her I love her and I will always be in awe of her heart! She is so wonderful example to all young women and us older women – you are so blessed!

    I am so glad you did this with her – I bet it was a wonderful weekend!

    P.S. You look great & you two look too young to have a 12 year old!

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