my number three is THREE

Last night as I was giving my little Emery a hug and a kiss before I put her into bed, I thought, “This is the last night that I will hug my two year old.”  Because today, she turned THREE!

We started off the day by going to the Cherry Creek Fresh Market with our friends (Kendall is convinced she is going to marry Isaac someday) where we shopped for produce and had a breakfast of smoothies, crepes with fruit and nutella, pupusas, and tons of free samples.  Emery’s little birthday crown even scored her a free miniature blackberry-raspberry pie from one of the vendors!

Waiting for the cake to bake. . .

. . .and then licking the pan clean.

The day ended with dinner and a party at Grandma’s house.  Whenever I asked Emery what kind of cake she wanted for her birthday, she said “pink.”  When I asked her what presents she wanted, she said “pink.”  Thankfully that is an easy request to grant, so we went as pink as we could.

She loved being the center of attention while everyone watched her open her gifts.  It was pretty darn cute.  Shoes, a purse, art stuff, hair accessories, gum, a doll, a puzzle, jewelry, a book, a tiny broom set—and just enough of the presents were pink to make her the happiest little three year old around.

In keeping with the theme of the party, at one point during the night, Emery had to go to the bathroom, and when I was helping her with the wiping portion, I noticed that her poo was HOT PINK.  I have never seen such a phenomenon before and then I remembered what we had for dinner last night. . . BEETS.  Yes, that is the kind of party planner I am.  I spare NO detail to stick with a theme!  As she flushed the toilet, she called out, “Bye bye, pink poop!”  (Sorry if that was an overshare, but it was the funniest part of the evening for me, so I had to document it!)

Emery makes me laugh every single day, which gets me through the moments when she makes me want to cry because she is exerting her independence a little more than I’d like sometimes!  She gets cuter by the second and I often wonder how I got lucky enough to have her in our family.  I melt every time she wraps her little arms around me and says, “I lub you, Mom.”  A couple weeks ago, Kendall said, “I’m gonna miss this Emery when she gets older.”  I know what you mean, Kendall.  No one can get enough of our little Em, and I’m at the top of her fan club!