I have a feeling that 3 will bring bossy to a whole new level.
This morning she woke us up saying, "I'm not a baby anymore. I'm a big girl. Wanna wrestle?"
We had a fun weekend, trying not to overdo the birthday business. Partly for the birthday girl, and partly for the older brother who really tried his best not to be jealous that someone else was getting all the presents.
There were treats, including Mommy's attempt at a "pastel petit fours" recipe. They were yummy, but somehow I have a feeling that Martha Stewart felt a cold chill run down her spine sometime around 2 pm Friday afternoon.
There were cousins, and she loved watching them argue about who got to sit next to her.
(notice the big brother face, and the look that she's giving him)
and grandparents (Nanny and Papa's turn is next weekend)
(again, note who volunteered to help her hold them but couldn't hide his true feelings)
And there was a Princess bike from Grandma and Papa.
Heaven help us all. Welcome to three. Nothing like a set of training wheels to inspire your big brother to master that two-wheeled business!
Today she had birthday lunch at Red Robin
was slightly overwhelmed with the birthday singing