3 years old.
Sometimes, like when we see her 25 lb. frame and still give her a “hot big bottle” at wake up and bedtime, she still seems so much like a baby.
Other times, like when she says “Really?” or “Awesome!” or works her way around the iPad, it seems like she’s just one of the other kids, ready to take on the world.
Thankfully, the world will wait. Because this 3 year old will be holding onto the apron strings a bit longer, even if we have to hold her hands on their ourselves. She may be little Miss “I do, I do” but she’s also Little Miss “Hold me, Hold me.”
And, for now, that’s totally alright by me.
Because, she’s my baby. And, days are fleeting.
Celebrating in style with the “riding horsey” cake that I was pretty darn proud of. The chocolate boulders really made the cake.
Out of focus, I know. But, the look on her 3-year-old face while we sang happy birthday is just too much.
Happy birthday, sweet baby. So glad we can spend them with you.
