Aspen turns three today. She's very excited about it, especially about having a party. Tonight her grandparents, aunts, uncles, great-grandpa and Winston (he's her dog-cousin and they're very close) are coming over to celebrate. I don't even think she cares about the presents that much, just that she gets to have people come over and hang out with her.

Aspen loves to watch home movies of herself. She will sneak on the computer sometimes and if iphoto is up figure out how to play movies of herself when she was younger. When we're waiting for Eric to get home we'll often sit down and watch these for an hour at a time. The other day we watched one of her dancing in our living room when she was about 18 months old. She was in her jammies and she had her binky in her mouth; she looked so cute and plump and I realized how much she's thinned out. She's not a baby anymore. I really miss those stocky legs and fleshy cheeks.
However, we can have wonderful conversations now that we never had back then, and she gets excited about things like having her hair cut. And buying new shoes. And doing the dishes. And eating chocolate: all things we have in common (except for the dishes part).
Plus I have this chunk of adorable babyness now that I can squeeze. And I'm going to take advantage of it every chance I get!