This is what a 3-year-old looks like:

Three years ago this past Tuesday, I lay in a hospital bed watching "Seinfeld" as our friends and family entered their 12th hour of waiting for our first cub to arrive. At 3:41pm, Keira made her grand entrance, and life was never again the same. She may be the one opening the presents this week, but being her parents has been our gift every day for the past three years...and counting!

On the morning of her birthday this year, Princess Kiwi made three requests:

1) Hot dogs for breakfast. (Hurl. Mommy offered waffles instead and was relieved when she chose those.)

2) "Old McDonald's" for lunch. (Remind me to bring ear plugs the next time we visit the PlayLand of Loudness...she had a blast, though.)

3) No nap. Done!

Who says 3-year-olds are too big for exersaucers?

Sporting one of her new Disney princess "sleeping dresses" we got her:

Even the smartest three-year-olds don't recognize a Cake Wreck when they see one:

How could she have lived this long without a Sleeping Beauty dress?!

The next day, we went to a local pumpkin patch with Grammy, Grampy, and Aunt Jen:

I can't believe she willingly got on this pony. About halfway through, she started throwing one arm up and yelling, "YeeHAW!" every few feet, too:

Being three is exhausting!

On Wednesday, we're taking her to see Toy Story as her first movie theater experience...stay tuned to see whether she a) gets freaked out by the volume, b) wants to run around and ignore the movie entirely, c) gets soda or candy on her outfit and demands to go home and change, or d) becomes One of Us and begins the life of a movie-lover!

Next Saturday is her princess party, so I'll be making one last attempt at the castle cake before I give up entirely and do cupcakes (and try not to ruin those)...so much to do, so little time!