Erm, I mean Three.
She's three you guys. My last baby. My tiny little last baby turned 3 yesterday and I can't even....
Can you believe it, because I can't. She still needs her snuggles but other than that there's so much she doesn't need from me and that's just not fair. I never gave her permission to grow up and here she is yet again, disobeying me, like she's her own person or something.
There's so much I can say about my little spitfire but I'll share some pictures instead. Her personality shines brighter than a star (they're both full of gas so it's a good metaphor).
Happy Birthday baby girl!