It's all about the egg

Regardless of what religion you subscribe to... what holidays you celebrate... at this time of year, eggs are present. At least in the two religions, and their associated holidays, that I know anything about.


And so we roll with that.


Hard boiled eggs were a feature at our Passover Seder. Plastic ones filled with candy also made great "OMG-I-totally-forgot-about-Afikomen-finding-gifts" at the thrown-together-36-hours-in-advance-yet-totally-lovely Seder I hosted this year.


Dyed eggs, and those filled with goodies, were a front and center at our annual "Find the Passover Bunny" Easter egg hut at my cousin Gail's house.


Be it real eggs, candy eggs, Passover or Easter, I loved celebrating it all with family. But I may have to run another 10 mile race to burn off some of the sour gummy bunnies and chocolate malt balls that made their way from the girls' baskets in to my belly!

And then she was three...

From her slightly early and ill-timed arrival on April 10, 2008...




To the first birthday surrounded by LOTS of friends and family...




To the second birthday, where she started to get the hang of this birthday thing (and her party persona began to emerge)...




To April 10, 2011. 36 months in to our Anna adventure...

school party

Tangled-themed friend party... chock full of princesses and knights (of which I didn't get a single picture!)

The many faces of Anna...

She's sweet but sassy. Timid at times but vivacious once she gets going. Kind-hearted but, occasionally, wicked (and watch out for her right hook!). Super, super silly. Crazy, CRAZY smart. Athletic. Precocious, but in a way that's totally different from that of her big sister. Bilingual and, now, the family translator. Next dancing with the stars champion -- unlike me, she's got rhythm. Darling. Charming. Coy.

I spent the first few months of her life comparing her to Lily (cardinal sin according to the parenting books!). Did they look alike? (no) Did they act alike? (no) Were they going to follow the same path? (no)

Anna is her own person...







But most of all, she's a love. And she's three. My baby is no longer a baby. I can't wait to see who she grows up to be.