Last night we had family over to celebrate our Maggie girl's third birthday. I can't believe she's 3. [On the one hand, 3 seems so old, but then I remember that I have 3 children and the oldest is only 3--then 3 doesn't seem so old any more.]
I made Maggie this birthday shirt to wear, since she refused to answer the "how old are you?" question--despite my coaching in preparation.
Of course, I can't pass up a chance to make a birthday banner. Or cupcakes. Maybe I should try a cupcake banner....
Maggie got a barbie, a coloring book, a billion princess toys, Woody and Buzz, and some cute new clothes. After the party, she insisted that Woody and Buzz take a bath with her. I'm convinced that to be a 3 year old at your own birthday party is one of the best things you could ever be.
Happy birthday, Mags. We love you.