A redhead turns three

Winslow turned three yesterday. 

She's the redhead in the middle. Her sister wouldn't sit still (hence the blur) and Drew was mesmerized by something on the wall.

We got her one gift, something the whole family has been enjoying.

Even Rufus the cat.

Many demands for private castles to be constructed.

A few months ago, Ryan and I briefly discussed what a three year old would enjoy.  This year, we've made an effort to not have toys that have only one function or that are too gizmo-like.  And these blocks are just right for creative play.

We devoured cake and then Katie reminded us her own birthday would be very soon and that we shouldn't forget it.

Don't worry, kid.  We won't forget. You won't let us.

P.S. Remember how meal planning has helped keep our dinners leaner?  Well, I'm down a couple more pounds this morning.  Maybe one day I'll be able to say something obnoxious like "Ugh, it's so hard just keeping weight *on*.  It's like I can't eat enough!"