Our girl is three. THREE! I realize that next year I’ll be saying (Lord willing) that she’s four. FOUR! But right now, three is just so big. She is such a treasure to us from The Lord. A clever, strong-willed, tender-hearted, sweet and sassy treasure. And we love her so.
Here are a few snippets from our celebration:
Do you see what I see?!
It’s Larry Boy!
A dear friend of mine from Bite-Sized Bakery hand crafted these little pieces of edible artwork for Linley’s birthday party – and though my tummy would throw a major upheaval if I would have chosen to partake, I have had MANY in my day and can assure you (as can the nanas and papas and grandpas and grandmas) that they are DE-LI-CIOUS!
But for the sake of not having to javelin the cake balls with the birthday candles, I opted to make some coconut cupcakes as well (which I CAN eat, were also super delicious, and SCD legal.)
Linners seems to get stage freight when there are too many people starring at her without her planning the event, so she required some candle blowing assistance from daddy and Whitter. She clearly needed no help, however, taking the first bite.
Some people wanted to preserve the Larry boys, but Grandpa Rob new that Larry was a treat meant to enjoy, and that he did!
It was 80º on the day we celebrated and LL did NOT want to come inside for cake and gifts, but once we sat down, I think she felt like we made a good choice. . . Especially since there were BOOKS involved. Her fave.
Sleepy little brother. He’s a love.
Baby C with his Papa.
It was just too nice to stay inside, and too warm to wear a long sleeved dress – so of course we decided to wear a new dress!
Oh how they love each other soooo much.
Girl at play.
Boy at play.
I told her she could take mom’s photo if she let mom take some for her special day. She played along.
And then go into it!
I’m three! Tell the world!
LL’s turn!
Nearing quitin’ time?
Yes. Yes, I think so.
The end!
Happy year #3 LL! Askign the Lord to bless you with a fruitful year of growth and peace sweet girl. So SOO thankful I get to be your momsies.
The Asay Placey 