She considers candied ginger a treat.
She pilfers her papa’s medium salsa, drinking milk from a sippy cup when it gets too hot.
When offered raw garlic, she asks for seconds.
She eats hummus with a spoon.
And when I asked her what she wanted for her birthday dinner, she chose oatmeal.
But, like any self-respecting toddler, this girl loves frosting and sprinkles. (I don’t know where she gets it.)
Today, she is three, and I can’t quite believe it. We’ve already taken her new bike for two spins and eaten breakfast at an enchanted cafe and played dress-up for a good portion of the morning, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Happy birthday, sweet Lu. I’m so glad that I get to be your mama.