Laura cried last night after we put her to bed. Something magical about the age of two, now gone for her. But I have a feeling three will be fairly exceptional. Learning to spell her name, dance classes, now she can play with all those toys labeled 3+... The world is her oyster. At three. Four is a different story.
While I waited for the girls to wake up this morning I checked out who shares Yuula's 8/20 birth stamp. I don't really know what relevance these connections have (other than none) but it's fun to think there is one and how it speaks to Yuula herself. The list is long and complicated, but we'll overlook names like Fred Durst and Slobodan Milošević for the likes of Isaac Hayes (speaks to her funky soul tendencies), Ron Paul (speaks to her sense of personal freedom (hopefully)), Robert Plant (speaks to her ability to go solo), Don King (speaks to her misguided gusto), Amy Adams (maybe she'll grow into her red hair), and Al Roker (her ability to go to extreme measures for a little extra screen time?).
Oh and this guy, who just happens to star in a Beach House aptly named birthday video...
Neither here, not there, it's her birthday and we're off to have some fun.
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