well, these pictures aren't in order...I could either try to re download them, get frustrated and quit, or just go with it and realize people can figure it out. I can't believe Charlee is 4. She thinks she is a "dult" now. It's quite cute. She tells people she is 16. She is obsessed with having a horse party. I had made the invitations and she said, "Mom, I don't know how to say it...I cannot give that to my friends" What, why. I had spend so much time on it. "I do not want the horsie to be brown. She has to be white." That girl. She was so sincere about it and I thought, "she has to be able to make some decisions in her little life". So, I bought another scrapbook kit with a white horse with a little girl with brown hair and I made a new one...and she loves it. worth it.
the day she got here.
second birthday. in love with "panda pears". (i miss those pony tails.)
first birthday: our little princess
we'll have to see what today brings. birthday lunch with bff, cupcakes with a whole lot of sprinkles at preschool, balloons, pink nails, stickers, bubble tape, new birthday shirt, presents, dinner and party with family tonight. and probably duck, duck goose.
and on a side note, it's never a good sign when you walk into daycare at the gym and notice your son's shorts in a plastic bag sealed up tight on the counter. I walked around the corner and he's just in his diaper. They said there was no other way to explain it ...but it was a "butt explosion". They said it was terrible. He was only there for an hour...perfect timing buddy.


2 I've got something to say:
It's things like getting a whole new scrapbook kit for a horse party that is not only super nice as a mom but something that they had better remember when they accuse you of not loving them. If they only realized all the little things we do in attempt to make them happy. The pigtails were cute. Daisy has her hair long and it drives me crazy. I just want it short again and in cute little pigtails that make her look two.
I love the two year old picture. So so adorable
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