Three.

On January 20th, 2010 at 4:15 P.M, a 7 pound 2 ounce baby girl with a head full of jet black hair came into this world and made me a mom.

This past weekend we celebrated Nellie Rose’s third birthday (I’m just now getting around to making her birthday post. Fail.) On Saturday, we took her out for a celebratory treat – something she had been requesting for months. “A pink cupcake. A big one. With sprinkles.”

We didn’t disappoint the birthday girl.

 I took a few photos of her on her last day as a 2-year-old.

 

On her birthday, we told her to choose a place to eat breakfast.
She chose Waffle House.
Whatever, she’s a cheap date.

After breakfast, some fun at the mall playground, and a nap we headed downtown to the Children’s Discovery Museum to take advantage of my dad’s birthday gift to Nellie – a year-long family membership! She had fun “fishing”.

 

We were going to have her family party afterward but my mother-in-law was not feeling well, so we decided to reschedule. It’s a good thing that we did, because it turns out that Josh came down with some funk that lasted for three days. He is just now getting over it – and I am hoping that this icky feeling I have is not me beginning to have it.

Nellie’s 3rd birthday was spent with the two people who saw and held her first – her mama and daddy. It was low-key, but special. It was perfect.

At 3 years old, Nellie is stubborn. She is willful. She is smart, funny, and ridiculous. She is a whirlwind of activity. She has the uncanny ability to remember things that make my jaw drop. She loves the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Princesses (especially Merida), and kitties. She loves music. Her two favorite songs right now are “Radioactive” by Imagine Dragons, and “Somebody That I Used to Know” by Gotye. Her favorite TV show is He-Man and the Masters of the Universe (yes. Seriously.) and her favorite movie du jour is Aladdin.

At bedtime, she wants two stories read to her. Usually “Llama Llama Mad at Mama” and something else (the second one can usually be whatever). After her stories she wants to be rocked while we sing “Wagon Wheel”. She still snuggles with her Fox. She is potty trained, paci-free, and growing more independent every single day.

Nellie Rose, welcome to 3. I cannot wait to see what adventures it has in store for us.

I love you to the moon and back, more than all the stars in the sky, more than you will ever truly know.