I love three

I love three...

All of a sudden she has such an imagination, reading to her little people (see them lined up there on the left),



making pies made of lincoln logs (oh and the outfits!),



building bonfires on the beach and taking naps beside them,



her "car" under the table, with front and back seat, and all her "things" packed and ready to go (she's been planning a trip to see her Gma and Papa for days now),



the pants that won't stay up (and the snowboots that apparently go with everything),



have I mentioned the lincoln log pie? (oh, and the snowboots?)



Tinkerbell, of course,


putting on a show full of songs and stories for all of us at the top of her lungs,



and of course, the outfits... with the snowboots,


making lunch for us out of leaves,



see?



And oh, the dramatics... everything that doesn't go her way is cause for this...



But oh how I love three! In particular, my own little three.



I love three!