Our baby is five. A whole handful of fingers.
It's fine.
I'm fine.
The Angel Baby requested an emoji friend party.
Which is quite fitting, considering she is a real-life, live-action, walking array of endless emotion.
Also, she's obsessed with poop.
There was crafting and snacking and smacking of pinatas with the most adorable group of little girls.
I adore five.
And Eden Rose.
My always angel baby girl.
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