I didn't get to see Josie the morning of her 3rd birthday-which made me extremely unhappy. Last year we took her out to breakfast and I was looking forward to making the "birthday pancakes" an annual thing. Well-I guess there's her always next year. However-I was released from the hospital in time to take her with Grandma and Papa to Red Robin where she got her french fries, corn dog, sundae, balloon and singing.
She insisted on wearing her Ariel dress (yes-it's a little big and we did cinch it up in the back before we left the house) and crown. Who am I do deny the birthday girl! After the last few days-I probably would have let her go in just a pull-up if she'd asked . . . .