My sweet baby girl!

 Whitley is three years old today and it is so hard to believe.  She was the sweetest thing, after we got her over her reflux.  She was so chubby and so good and cute.  And now she acts like she is 13.  She has this reoccuring dream of either her riding the cows or the mean cow in her room.  I'm not sure what to think about it.  She loves to tell stories and her vocabulary is quite entertaining.  She called Tanner a terdlet the other day.  It was hilarious!

She was so dang cute!



This is what I am up against now!

 She is definetly a girly girl that loves her nails painted and her lipgloss, or my lipgloss, on.  She is very opionated and I have no idea where she gets that(:  She is potty trained so that's a plus.  If I can just get her to sleep in her own bed, she'll be doing good.  We do love her.  She truly has been a blessing.  She's healthy and beautiful.  I can't ask for much more than that!

We are going to celebrate her birthday officially next weekend when Aunt Kandie comes down.  Kandie's bringing the cake. We'll provide the horses(;