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Celebrations

On our way to the town park on the Fourth of July, we saw this funny fellow:



At the park, Mallory and Phoebe "painted the town":





and decorated cupcakes:



and decorated visors (Phoebe's hands were sticky, thus the unhappy face):



The best part of birthdays? Cake batter:







Mallory woke us all up very early on Phoebe's birthday so Phoebe could open her presents. She got a Tinkerbell baby doll:



a book about herself:



a Rosetta fairy:



a card:



Here she is receiving birthday wishes:



This was her favorite present, a Rosetta fairy costume:





We went swimming, and then there were more presents, like this Build-a-Bear puppy (Build-a-Puppy?) from Mimi:



and some My Little Ponies:



Phoebe requested that we eat at Applebee's, where she was delighted to be presented with some balloons:



Daddy decorated her cake, as usual (have you gotten the idea that Phoebe likes fairies?):



Finally, the candles and the wish:





She had a good day. "I'm four!" she said before she went to bed, and then, with great excitement, "and I get to be four tomorrow too!"

Comments

aimee said…
What a great day for Phoebe!! Loved the 4th of July pictures too. Can't wait to see them!
Anonymous said…
...and four for a whole year! Cute pictures.

Mom
H Noble said…
That's a lot of celebrating! :)

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