The only little girl I know that instead of grabbing the cake and shoveling it into her mouth, took one finger and slowly just enjoyed that frosting.
Well we have to get our crazy from somewhere.
My beautiful Omi. Oh and that blue duck tape that comes after you tell your dad he looks 50 years older with his five o'clock shadow. He doesn't take very kindly to the idea that he is already 50 and could look a day over 25.
The star of the party. She got this as a present and couldn't wait to get it out of the box and start singing all the song's she knows... which for a 3 year old is a lot. Here we come American Idol. (note: Luly also found this gift enjoyable. Although the noises she made in the mike were unrecognizable she was still trying her hardest to sing like her older sister.)
My beautiful sister. I'll claim her on days like this when she forgets her age and that her job is to have a rude comment after anything said. Oh 12 year old girls... hopefully sooner than later this faze will end cause she really is the sweetest when she wants to be.
