I try to tell her - Mia you are going to be this many. Her reply is No Mama, I'm a Mia. We went shopping for her birthday and to Barnes and Noble to pick out her free cupcake from kids club. The cupcake was so very important because that's on her list - Cakes, Balloons, Presents, Parties. Any time I say it's almost your birthday, she says Woo Hoo with her arms over her head. Aunt Shell sent her a card today with confetti in it, pink confetti. Mia called them pretty shinies, sometimes bootiful shinies - yes she threw them all over the floor, the dog ate them and puked . . Another day at the Phillips Farm. Here she is with Sab's (old - it pays to be a hoarder) big wheel, she's so close to riding it.
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Look no hands! Notice her silly bands. She feels very good about them. |
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No bike don't go! It kept rolling away, she couldn't figure it out. |
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