Kate is 3, how could that be? Wasn't it just a few months ago that we brought that little bitty bundle of joy home from the hospital, totally terrified that we were going to break her before the day was over? When Kate was a baby, I didn't want her to grow up. I thought there was no way that I could love a toddler/preschooler/teenager as much as I loved that sweet baby. Wrong. I love that child more every day. She was a precious baby, but I think I'm loving these toddler years even more. She's SO funny. A conversation from last night (mind you, I was in the middle of cooking dinner:)
Kate: Mommy, please get me some milk
Me: Okay, just a second
about 5 minutes pass
Kate: Mommy, you never got me my milk
Me: Oops, sorry, I'll get it in a minute
a couple more minutes pass
Kate: FOCUS, Mommy, I NEED my milk!!!!
I'll post pics and party details later, but for now will leave you with a picture of the birthday girl swinging on her new swingset:
