somehow... when I was busy trying to survive motherhood and all the stuff in between... Rhena up and turned another year older.
She's three today.
My potty-going, kiss-giving, big sister being, booty shakin, preschool going, CRAZY ASSED HAIR havin BABY is three.
There's plenty of not-exactly poetic waxing I could do.... but I'm still trying to put the house back together after getting the entire interior painted last week, plan a luau... and you know... sing happy birthday to Rhena about 600 more times. Cause that's how we roll.
happy birthday, Boogie-Loo!