So my baby is 3!! We got to celebrate Ryan's birthday with some Idaho cousins--Lindsay, Tyler, and Alli. As you can see with this cheesy smile, she felt like the queen for a day. She has been telling people for a month or two now when they ask her age..."2...and March 27th."Something I've been getting a kick out of lately is Ryan's night-time potty routine. She usually gets up twice a night and has me go with her to go potty. A few nights ago I heard her scream in frustration, so I went up and said "I think you need to go potty." Her response: "I totally do...I was screamin' like the dickins!" All other nights she just chats my ear off while I'm pulling her pants down, lifting her up, leaning her forward so as not to have any upward projectile, etc. I hear "That's amazing...I'm still potty trained." And "I love thunder, it's nice." (btw: she hates thunder, it scares her.) And "orange juice is so yummy...slurp!" Be it 3 a.m., I still have to smile.

She's still our little blonde cutie pie--we can't let her grow up :).