My baby turned three this week. I am mourning the loss of not having a two year old. Seriously. My baby will never be two again. She didn't want to hold my hand on her birthday. She changed her clothes three times on her birthday. My baby is big girl.
Pink gel food coloring is a staple at our house of four girls. (Staple, get it?) The birthday girl gets to request what she wants for her birthday breakfast. It's usually pink pancakes.
All in all, I think she had a really good day. She rode the carousel at the mall. Opened presents. She even took a birthday nap.
Instead of cupcakes I made these ice cream cone cake pops. Courtesy of Bakerella. If you've never heard of Bakerella, you must go to her blog and learn how to make all sorts of fun treats. Click here for her tutorial on these. Hers are WAY better than mine. Don't judge.
They look cute and actually tasted good too!
The chocolate ones with chocolate coating were REALLY good.
Now both of my youngest are both three for a few weeks. Until Vannies turns 4.
Mama has good ears. I'm sure every Mom is on the listen for certain sounds throughout the day. When you have a newborn, you learn that different sounds that they make mean different things. As they age you learn that they have a fake cry, and a hurt feeling cry, and the real hurt cry. You also learn that some noises mean TROUBLE. Like silence, and the sound of the fridge door hitting the wall.
Mama (coffee addict)- "Who drank all my coffee creamer?"
I am a mommy to four girls, ages 7, 5, 4, and 3. My oldest and youngest have brown eyes and brown hair(clones of my husband) and the middle two have red hair and blue eyes. I am the wife to a wonderful husband. Somedays I really feel for him, living in this house with five women. There are days that I feel like the most wonderful mother, and other days that I feel I am barely making it. But that's what being a parent is all about. Right! And all the kisses and giggles.