I can’t believe I’m 3.

What can you say about a 3-year-old girl who had a birthday party? That she got a power drill. And a village. That she loves princes and princesses. And Octonauts. And tea.

This has been the scene of so many birthday parties, I don’t even need to take pictures. But I did.

Expectations were low. I only hoped that no one would get norovirus. Like they did last year. And the year before that.

This is George in his usual stance. He heard me talking about weaning and cried for two hours. (Did you see this picture of George at the museum?)

Some serious negotiations related to auto repair. If only Adrian could help us pass our safety inspection.

Our 7-year-old ninja nephew. Very sneaky.

Very safe.

And now, Annie does an interpretive balloon dance.

Happy Valentine’s Day!