At approximately 4:32 this morning, Thing Three turned 5.
Happy birthday, my very smallest child. Happy birthday.
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December 13, 2006
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It's my granddad's birthday today, too. Happy Birthday, cutie pie.
Posted by: Wacky Mommy | December 13, 2006 at 10:26 AM
So, you woke her up in the middle of the night and painted her with sparkling paint?
Call you Cruel Mother, I will!
Posted by: Friend2 | December 13, 2006 at 01:30 PM
happy birthday 432am girl
Posted by: Kari | December 14, 2006 at 01:45 PM
She was totally an early morning baby. That kid!
Posted by: Terrible Mother | December 14, 2006 at 04:46 PM
Now that right there is a lovely little lady. Have you let her slowly, theatrically topple off any playground items lately? Perhaps a jungle gym or a swingset? You know how she lives for that.
Posted by: Comic Hero | December 15, 2006 at 10:27 AM
My "very smallest child"? You know that's how I described her in that Sappho poem, right?
Posted by: Friend One | December 17, 2006 at 01:04 PM
Yup. I totally stole it.
Posted by: Terrible Mother | December 17, 2006 at 05:20 PM