In other ways, though, she's still the cuddly little baby who wants Mommy to hold, rock, and sing to her. A little like she was three years ago.
For her birthday, she wanted (what else?) a strawberry cake with a chicken on top. After scouring the web and finding the most unappetizing chicken-shaped cakes you could possibly imagine (really, try a quick google search), I found this adorable one. They were harder a lot more work than I imagined, but luckily my friend Jess came over to help. Voila:
Since Greg's birthday was last week too, we had a combined party on what turned out to be Father's Day (oops—need to check the calendar better next time).
It was a splendid day. Perfect weather, yummy food, and water play for the kids.
Such a fun celebration of my fun, quirky, chicken-loving chatterbox and her handsome, devoted, hilarious, and handy papa. I'm doubly blessed with my wonderful Geminis.
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O.k., I know I should be sentimental and crap, but I honestly can't get over HOW SKINNY YOUR ARMS ARE AFTER PREGNANCY. WTF?! I still love you.
Bridget, you're hilarious! I think it's the angle. Or the fact that my heartburn was SO awful that all I could eat for the last four months of that pregnancy was chocolate ice cream (I know, not something to complain about). But don't worry, I've bulked my arms up again! :)
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