My sweet baby turned three in the middle of July. We had a little family party on her actual birthday where she opened presents from the family and I make cake ball pops.
That night she fell asleep in her floor, which is not uncommon. I love this little bit so much and could not imagine a sweeter angel being put in my care. I love her up and down and all around.
The Saturday after her birthday we had a little swim party for her class from school. She was so excited. It was the first year of birthdays where I did not make the cakes myself and I let her pick a Dora cake. She loved it and that is all that matters. Right?
