Sugar alone cannot shake a mom to the core of her being.
Neither will scientific minded simians nor a gaggle of Lego-eyed, cavern-building, pint-sized party guests.
Getting more presents than we can possibly store?
Nope. That doesn't frighten me.
Fewer naps?
Scary, but we'll manage.
But Ittybit turning three tomorrow?
That will do it. I am officially a puddle.
Happy just-about-birthday, babyofmine.
Love,
Mommy
5 comments:
ooooh congrats, Ittybit. I can't even imagine 3!! What a wonderful 3 years it's been, though, by all accounts. :)
I have to just say this: After the party was over and we were getting ready for bed, Annabel started crying. She doesn't want to be three, she wants to be two.
Happy Birthday, Annabel!
Hopefully she'll realize that three feels the same as two. Hopefully I'll realize that thirty feels the same as twenty nine.
Fabulous pictures.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANNABEL
Uncle Fire
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