Three

This morning when you woke up, the first thing you said was, "I can't believe I'm THREE!"

(or, "I can't beeweev I'm fwee!!")

My L, I can't believe it either.  However did we get from this

to this

in just a blink of an eye?

But you really have grown so much.

You are brilliant, creating things I would never think to-- like bridges

or towers out of Mommy and Daddy's deoderant

Wherever do you get these ideas?

You are passionate.  When you are angry, you yell.  When you are sad, your little body shakes with sobbing and tears flow uninhibited.  When you are happy, well...

...your unbridled joy could light the world on fire, and your giggles would make the crankiest of people chuckle along with you.

You are zany.  I've used that word many times on this blog, but it's the perfect word to describe you.  The things that come out of your mouth are beyond hilarious, and you comedic timing is impeccable.  The other day, you mentioned to your sister N that you had three pet ants, and when N asked what their names were, you said without missing a beat, "Sally, Finger, and Johnson."  You can make up funny things without even thinking about it.

You are Mommy's best helper.  You are the first to hear me opening the dishwasher and rush over to help put in the forks and spoons-- and then you love to put the soap in, shut the door and push the start button.  I'm seeing the beginnings of a caring heart and generous spirit in you.  You always hurry to your sister's side when we pick her up from preschool, and offer to carry her backpack or lunch box.  The other morning, you arose early, and "set the breakfast table" using clean dishes from the dishwasher... and you even included "a coffee cup for Daddy", even though he had already left for work.

Whenever there is baking or waffle-making going on, you have to be a part of it.  And you're getting pretty good at helping, too.  Daddy and Mommy are looking forward to the day, which may come sooner than we think, when you will be able to get up and make the waffles for US on Saturday morning.

You are LOVED.

Everyone in this family, and everybody you meet really, is crazy about you.

And our love for you grows every day.

Happy third birthday, my dear girl.  May you continue to bring sparkle and life to everyone you meet.