What birthdays mean

For the past two weeks or so, Emma has been talking about birthdays. She's learned that birthdays are something that people have. Because my birthday was coming up, we talked about what we would do for it: have cake, open presents, and go to a restaurant.

Yesterday was my day and Emma was exited about everything. We opened presents before I left for work. She helped Daddy make cupcakes. And she was so thrilled to go the restaurant that she burst our in tears when we immediately leave the library when picked me up. I think its safe to say that she likes birthdays.

This morning when we got up, we have this conversation:

Emma, "Presents?"

"No, my birthday was yesterday. I don't have anymore presents."

"Daddy's turn?"

Hideaways

What do you do when the drawers under your bed fall apart? If you're 3, you turn the empty space into a nice, cozy, hide-away.

Not that she stayed hidden away for long. But she did tell me that she was going to sleep in there. I didn't argue with her because I remember dragging my pillow and blankets in the closet to sleep. In the end, she decided that her bed was much more comfortable.

Now for the grandparents, here is our baby laughing: