Turning three has been a huge milestone for the tot. All throughout the summer, she told everyone she met when her birthday was and how old she was going to be. Three has brought a sense of independence for her, because she has grown so much over the past six months and has really started taking ownership of many different things. She has finally mastered potty training (after a record breaking 18 months) and insists on dressing herself, brushing her own teeth, and combing her own hair. She plays by herself in her room, quietly reading books and assembling puzzles one minute then banging pots and pans and sending her babies to time out the next. She shares her toys with her brother and is quick to fetch diapers and binkies upon request, shushing Logan when he cries and assuring him that "It's otay, sissy's here." She shares her love effortlessly, giving hugs and kisses whenever she feels the need and is quick to remind me that "It's otay, Momma" when things don't go as planned.
But don't let her grown-up persona fool you, she is still the ultimate threenager with meltdowns at every turn. A good day can easily turn sour if she can't get her shoe on or Logan looks at her wrong (which I'm still not sure is even possible). She is a roller coaster of hormones and gets easily frustrated by her limitations. She wants to be five so she can play baseball, go to school, and live in our new house. She wants so badly to be able to ride her bike but hasn't quite figured out how to steer and peddle at the same time. She just wants to GO and BE and DO everything, and I absolutely love her endless sense of adventure. She is the perfect combination of Jake and I, and I couldn't possibly love her more. Her sweet balances the crazy and the combination provides us with an abundance of laughter and more love than we ever thought possible.
You are one of a kind, sweet girl. Don't ever forget that.