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Cambry turns 4

Another birthday has come and gone -- hard to believe we celebrated Cambry's 4th birthday yesterday! She was pretty oblivious to this fact all day, but Caiden kept reminding her. I think he was almost more excited about it than Cambry was. We did celebrate with grandparents, 1 aunt, and 1 cousin -- those who were around and lived close, anyway!

Caiden gave her a pink, bouncy, outdoor ball first thing in the morning, so they had fun with that during the day. In the evening, we had daisy cupcakes and ice cream. Cambry decided she would rather open presents first than eat cake. So, we did! This year, she thoroughly enjoyed being sung to as opposed to last year when she burst into tears! She's growing up!


I found this idea in one of my recipe books -- just slice marshmallows into 5 pieces using the kitchen shears, and they end up looking like daisies. I thought they turned out sort of cute!


Playing with her new ring toss game


Cambry's new doll -- she has kept Caiden and Cambry quite busy. This doll has eyes that open and close, her tummy moves up and down while she breathes, and she cries and babbles! I'm afraid when our real baby gets here, she will have no choice but to take a pacifier. Every time the doll cries, in goes the pacifier!


I'm 4 years old!


My how she has changed and grown!

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  1. Happy Birthday Cambry! It sounds like you had a GREAT day!

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  2. Those cupcakes look awesome! Cambry is so beautiful! I can't believe how fast time goes by. It seems like yesterday that we were holding her in her pjs.

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