Following on from April’s Five post, today brings with it my daughter’s third birthday. Scoop, as she is affectionately known (because of her innate ability and regular wish to be scooped up and carried by her dad), has brought 36 months of pleasure, insomnia, love and laughter into our lives.
As she and the 6000 family hit this milestone, whereby choking hazards become a thing of the past, I’d like to dedicate this song to the next year of her life – let’s hope it’s a magic year:
Happy Birthday, Scoopy!
Happy birthday little one!! Hope Mommy and Daddy and big Boet spoilt you rotten!