About 4 kids ago, I used to make an elaborate birthday cake for each kiddo on their birthday. I would let them sift through the birthday cake book we own and pick out their favorite cake.
Now the birthday child gets a tower of donuts with some candles in them. If they're lucky, the donuts have frosting.
Ollie was no exception to this, when she turned 3 a few weeks ago.
She woke up to balloons, chalkboard writing and a 3 piece donut stand.
Recently when I've pulled my big camera out, she gets as close as possible to it and says "cheeeeese" as loud and crazy as she can. So I have a lot of these pictures:
Our sweet Olive girl. 3 years old.
How bittersweet is time? Watching my babies grow up. Learning and exploring and bossing...she's a pro at all of those.
I say it again and again, but I am so thankful the lord knew better than us when it came to the amount of kids we would have. We were good with 5. The lord said one more.
And one more we got...and she's a whole lot of personality combined into one.
Happy birthday Olive!
You're the perfect caboose to this train!