Monday was Eva's birthday. My baby is four!
I tell you no lie, she wanted to go to Moochie's for lunch on her birthday. "I just really feel like french fries," she explained. And I had to oblige.
I'm pretty sure that turning four is not going to save me from Eva's messes. But I can always hope and pray that changing the number for her age will stop her from drawing on my bed sheets and leaving food all over the place. Fingers crossed!
Here are some of her activities from the week before her birthday:
1 comment:
Happy birthday Eva. I remember when she was born.
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