Bring out the tissues, people. My daughter is getting married in just, what, 18 years. Let's just bask in the fact that she's building number legos right now talking about 7 and 8 being best friends.
I feel like I didn't quite celebrate three enough. We celebrated after 1:00 church, time was cut short, her cake was already a day old, and my house wasn't clean. Church was Full. Of. Weirdness. and I wasn't in the best spirits. After a short and good cry to myself in the bathroom, I tried to come out and forget everything except her adorable smile. It worked.
Her princess cake that she wanted so badly was more than she wanted. It had a castle. It not only had Aurora, but Bell made the party along with Ariel and Cinderella. What could possibly be better? Oh, the fact that she put that cake her in mouth this year lit up my day. Hours in the making and she had the urge to taste it. That's a happy mother.
We finished off with presents, of which she was embarrassingly spoiled. The presents kept coming and I kept contemplating the thought, "we should have saved some for next year, huh?" In our defense, we had saved some books from last summer and only bought her one thing.
It was a good day. We had family here. Who could have asked for more?
Happy birthday, Claire!!
Making princess tiara's for the girlies.
Haha! I can't stop laughing at this one. He just ate a crayon and he's saying, "CHEESE!" in the most slobbery way possible. I think he looks like a goblin.
Blurry...but still cute.
LOVES her new bike!
I wish I got that scowl from the front. :)
Bedtime reading: one of my favorite times of the day!
















