The Big Bed.

First night for Isla in the 'big bed', and with the help of her friends Ladybug, Old Frog, and Tinkybell - she was out like a light:

Tiaras and Wands.

After 3 straight weeks of being Rapunzel, elle took a break yesterday afternoon and decided that she was the Pink Mermaid Queen:

Isla the Giraffe.

Guitar Hero.

The Swan.

The Easter Bunnies.

Happy Easter!

The Coop.

Our little naked chicken:

Unicorns and Rainbows!

So many pictures!

Between Disneyland and Isla's birthday - I don't even know where to start!

How about the perfect birthday afternoon...bathing suits and cupcakes:

Happy Birthdy to Isla, Happy Birthday to Isla!

Three. Years. Old.

Wow.

Our sweet little Isla is pretty much the same as the day she was born:

With a few minor changes:

The Magic Kingdom.

Off to Disney World for a few days - updates (and pics!) when we return next week.

Chef Tony

There is this 7 ft. tall statue of a vaguely Italian-looking chef at the grocery store and Isla is obsessed with him.

Every time we go, she gives it a hug. All-in-all, it's pretty odd.

So last week, she wanted me to take her picture with him - and after every picture she would take a look and then go back to take another one.

I think this was her favorite:

Packed and Ready.

Anyone that has been around elle for more than 4 seconds for the past week will know that we are heading to Disney World this week.

Always planning ahead, she has her princess suitcase (and outfit!) all ready to go:

Tiger-Tiger.

Isla was quiet for about 20 minutes yesterday morning, which - of course - meant that she was doing something that she *probably* was not supposed to be doing.

She then came into the room with her arms completely covered in pen marks and started growling and said she was a tiger:

Rewind :: March 2007.

Jumpin' Jack.

Hugger.

Tortillas!