It’s hard to believe that Avery is three – but I’ll probably say that on every birthday until she’s 30. We took her on her fist Disneyland trip and boy howdy, was her little toddler mind blown. It was pretty cute to see her wide-eyed wonder at the whole scene, from the madness of Main Street to the quiet details that Disney does so well (“Does a rabbit live behind that door?”). Her only complaint was that the rocket ship ride was way too short (I, on the other hand, held her in a death grip the whole time). And I almost lost it watching her dance with daddy to a jazz band in New Orleans Square: hair flying everywhere, big grin on her face, feeling that brass…and clad in a secondhand outfit, naturally.

Happy birthday, baby girl. You’ve turned me into a total sap.

Skirt, top, and sweater from thredUP, which I highly recommend for affordable seconding kids clothing in great condition.