Birthday Cake...Birthday Card...Birthday Suit...Birthday Girl

Zed reads her birthday cards, or at least feigns interest in reading her birthday cards, and it's just about the cutest thing on the planet. Sure, she tears into presents like any three year old worth her salt does, but all you have to do is remind her to read the card, and she does...and she almost always enjoys it.



Uncle Ian scored the card of the night with a farting dog inside that had Zed giggling as though she were being tickled by fifteen hands. At three years old there's not much out there that's funnier than a fart...except a fart card.



It was a nice, quiet easy, peasy third birthday for Zed. There was presents with Gramma, then dinner, and presents with Uncle Ian, Baachan, and Grandad, then cake, and then craziness. By the end of the night she was completely naked, running around the living room playing a twisted version of soccer...a hybrid soccer/dodgeball combo that had everyone laughing out loud and Zed smiling wide. It was a good birthday, nothing special, nothing crazy, just nice.

It's kind of hard to believe that this little girl is three years old... almost as difficult to believe as a three year old that gets a kick out of birthday cards.