tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19296134429211664082012-02-16T16:57:43.572-08:00A Mom having a coffee breakSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07645846920240589331noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929613442921166408.post-52818460623710916722008-02-20T08:52:00.000-08:002008-02-20T09:07:41.650-08:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169107444752833394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KSQe9iAinDE/R7xb1XpR23I/AAAAAAAAAAc/FTeXW0y3XKY/s320/599395_happy_birthday_.jpg" border="0" />We had a little party for her this weekend. She was so excited. I tried to prepare her by singing happy birthday to her all week long. Each time I finished singing she would blow as if blowing out the candles. She would be so into it that she would turn all red from blowing out all her breath. And during her real happy birthday song she acted so mature...trying to blow out her candles. I think she spit on the cake a little too. <br /><br />Happy Birthday Princess! I love you so much!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1929613442921166408-5281846062371091672?l=coffeewithsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07645846920240589331noreply@blogger.com0