Before Christmas our Tiny girl celebrated her third birthday. This is heinously late because I've been totes snowed under. But we celebrated our wee girl's day. She opened her pink scooter, loved her new jewellery, books, and anything to do with fairies.
I fought the mother-guilt-monster because I had to work. But I snuck away a little early to join our little family for a special dinner all four of us.
She's feisty, she's spirited, and she sure has stamina. I called her a firework the other day, then someone asked her star sign, and I said Saggitarius. The woman's reply - well no wonder, she's a fire sign. I don't know much about star signs, but I am pretty certain that my baby girl is a firework.