Lola is sick. Again.
We’re watching Harry Potter. Again.
We’re eating leftovers. Again.
I hate leftovers.
Lola is sick. Again.
We’re watching Harry Potter. Again.
We’re eating leftovers. Again.
I hate leftovers.
I have taken my mum to the airport. taken Lola to school and slept until 11. Then since Lola came home two hours ago, we have blown bubbles, had a picnic and a water balloon fight, watered flowers and fed our unofficial pet rabbit that hides in our yard some carrots.
Now she is down for a nap and I am ready to kick back and finish watching The Hobbit.
It’s only 2:30 and I think today has been a total success.
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It’s May 16th y’all
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My baby is 3. My perfect, wild spirited, smart, loving, beautiful, amazing baby is 3.
We’ll be spending the day watching princess movies, dancing to her favorite music, going to her school spring fling, and eating cupcakes when daddy gets home.
This gal is my everything and these past few years have been the best years of my life and I can’t wait to see what comes next.
I love you Lola Jane.
Because Lola will be 3 on Saturday.
I’m going to have to make a second batch because these were supposed to go to her school tomorrow. But I’ve soaked them with tears of despair. Babies growing up to fast causes such things.