Good grief. My baby is three. Two days of visitors. At least ten kids and their parents, sporadic rain, a lovely cake, a bouncy house, fifty temporary tattoos, a bucket of sidewalk chalk, a gallon of bubbles, and not nearly enough sleep later and here I am.
You can't see it as well because of her hair but a moment before this photo was taken she hit her cheek with the screen door. It looked terrible and is going to be a big bruise.
She had so many temporary tattoos by the end of the night I was calling her Brat von D, West Virginia Ink. As you can see she was already exhausted by afternoon, and this was on the first day we had visitors.