You guys, as much as I try to steer away from pink it is just not possible with these three sprouting girls.
But hey, there’s nothing wrong with pink everywhere and on everything, right?!
We celebrated this tot’s birthday among all the Thanksgiving hoopla… and we did our best to knock Thanksgiving’s meat and potatoes party out of the park with our little shin-dig. Darn it! I think my mom’s sweet potatoes and Collin’s apple pie won!
Pink Ombre ruffle cake and painted toys for jar toppers. Avery wasn’t to keen on seeing her toys painted and glued to a jar… thank goodness I had candy close by to repay her.
I put together some favors for the kids coming… I used my Olivetti typewriter and wrote, “Thanks for coming party animal!” Added some Dear Lizzy chevron paper and a tag sewn on the bag and the bag sewn shut.
I used RIT dye and some fabric and dip dyed the tablecloth… I’ve been wanting to make one for ages and thanks to this pipsqueak’s birthday I had an excuse to do it.
In case you were wondering… nope, my love for giant birthday balloons has not seized. I will let you know when it does. ; )
Darling party hat sent from Miss Ruby Sue… the queen of hair accessories.
When I thought that my heart might already burst for being a mom and having these cherished daughters to call mine… god sent me Lola.
Ever since she was a baby she has been cheerful. I’ve been anxious to see how that particular trait grows and changes as she does… and although she’s added some newfound sass and attitude that beaming happiness is still there… Like when I leave the room for a few minutes, or wake up in the morning or leave for date night when she sees me again it’s, “Mommma!” and a run with arms-wide-open hug. She loves to cuddle still which is really sweet since her older sisters were too busy for that mushy garbage at this age. She says “sorry” with the softest, squeaky voice whenever she might have accidentally… or purposely hurt you. She loves her sisters and is one step behind them trying to keep up. She loves her daddy. When she wakes up in the middle of the night she’s calling for him. She’ll ask me periodically during the day, “Where’s Dadda?” Just to make conversation. She’ll laugh and laugh if you laugh along with her and although she doesn’t even know what’s funny she knows that she feels happy. Oh, my heart! Love you sweet girl!