I had my mom do some digging to find a "real" #TBT to share with you today. And she sent me two that I couldn't decide between... so I'm sharing both of them. After all... it's my birthday. So I can do that!

My third birthday. I love the face I'm making. Who has to open their mouth like that to blow out candles? I look more like I'm about to inhale them. And those Beauty and the Beast figurines? I remember them so perfectly! Belle's arm used to ALWAYS fall off (once it broke the first time) and every single time I'd have my mom hot-glue it back on until it was beyond repair. My fourth birthday I even insisted having Beauty and the Beast again just so I could get a new Belle figurine. This I remember.

My sixth birthday. Let's face it. The dress is priceless. An abundance of polka dots and bows. I realized that if I could find a "grown up" version of this dress (altered here and there), I would probably still wear it. I loved (and still do) dressing up from head to toe. Note the white tights and shoes? Also, remember me mentioning my life-long friend Serena? She is the second to my right (looking at the picture). We're the only ones holding something. We had a multitude of texts and couldn't decide if we were holding Polly Pockets (the old-school-real-teeny-tiny-ones) or Little Kiddles (we couldn't remember the name of these-- luckily Serena's mom came to our rescue). Either way, I'm pretty sure this is the last birthday we celebrated together. Boy do we need to fix that next year!