The big 5

On September 8, it was her day . . . her big day. Winnie Johnson hit the five year mark. She awoke to her mom's beautiful rendition of zoo-style "Happy Birthday" and a bag full of stylish goodies - complete with brand new baby pink crocs adorned with Tangled jibits.

Sadly, her dad was M.I.A for the big event - stuck rotting away at his pediatric rotation in Boise. So we girls (and Klive) made the best of the day.

While sister was at school, we hit the dollar store for a celebratory helium balloon. And when Junie got home, we headed out to Winn's favorite feed hole - Wieners. You might know it as Wingers.

Next, we continued the birthday feast at Yo Crazy - Winnie's new obsession. Who wouldn't love a self-serve frozen yogurt that you can douse in bulk candy toppings. I think watermelon and gumballs was a great choice.

Why stop eating, right? We finished off the glut-fest at home with strawberry shortcake's ball gown and then got down to the present business.

Most awesome present: Shaving Fun Ken. This girl spent several days bearding and shaving the poor guys face.

I'd like to take this blogging moment to say how much joy this chick brings to our lives. Winnie, we love that you are still afraid of loud noises and spooky places. We love that you tell your own version of deep thought knock-knock jokes. We love that you fart frequently and have mastered the art of blaming it on your father. We love that you have an entire world of make-believe going on in your silly little head about 90% of the time. We love that you always think of others first and give love without looking for a prize or reward. Mom loves that you jump at the chance to help with baby brother. It makes me so happy that you still sing like Tiana with abandon and use the highest pitched squeal to give a voice to your barbies. Most of all, we love that you are all ours. Happy birthday sweet girl!