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Z is 3!

Zoey and her little friend Sadie
  My little Zoey turned 3 one week ago. She is getting so big and more beautiful every day. A blond haired blue eyed princess, or should I say queen? Because she seems to think she's the queen, and is obsessed with princesses, particularly Cinderella. In fact this morning she was waving around her sparkly wand while wearing a tiara and singing bippity boppity boo!
  For weeks before her birthday she begged for a pink Cinderella bike, and who were we to resist such a cute face? So a Cinderella bike it was, and the look on her face was worth every penny! 
  When I imagined having a daughter, I pictured a quiet, delicate girl who loved tea parties and princess movies so I was in for a surprise when I got Zoey. She is loud, spunky, wrestles with the boys, and has never showed any interest in a tea party, but she is becoming more and more girly every day.
  She has recently given up the binky which has been a challenge to say the least but we're both surviving. She has also been potty training and has almost got the hang of it. I'll be so grateful when my children's bathroom habits are no longer my business!
  Zoey loves her little sister (maybe a little too much), can hold her own with her brothers and has her daddy wrapped around her finger. We sure love that vibrant little stinker and can't imagine our crazy lives without her.

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