You've grown in so many ways in the past year. Taller, longer hair, bigger feet. Exponentially more words. In some ways more adventurous. In other ways more cautious. But one thing hasn't changed. You're silliness and infectious laugh that never fails to make me smile.
There is so much you've learned in the last year. Counting (I think you're up to 11 or 12 without much help from us), the alphabet, colors and shapes. I'm so impressed with what you have learned at school and picked up from watching Little Einsteins or Doc McStuffins.
I wasn't really worried about how you would react to a new baby in the house. But from the moment you met Greta, you've loved her. The first week she was home you wanted to help by changing her diaper. Of course, I couldn't let you do that so I convinced you to change the diaper on your baby doll.
When I bring Greta into your classroom and the other kids inevitably gather around to ooh and aah over the baby, you stand next to her declaring, "MY baby Greta" in case there were any doubts as to who was her big sister. It is so sweet.
Your favorite colors right now are pink and purple. You love Doc McStuffins, Frozen and The Little Mermaid. Though we went through a pretty serious Little Einsteins phase last summer. You'd eat mac and cheese every day if I let you. Though you do still love rice and beans, and you often ask to have fish for dinner.
(Photo by Sassypants Photography)
Monkey (the Wubbanub I cut the pacifier off of two years ago) must still be in your hand to fall asleep. And Pillow was, up until a few months ago, as important. Long story short, Pillow got an irreparable hole in it. So I took you shopping and let you pick out a new pillow. You picked out a Frozen pillow and right away had to sleep with it. You've never had any trouble transitioning to the new pillow and haven't mentioned your old Pillow at all.
You love to play with your Little People dollhouse and "be a princess." Sometimes you want to be a specific princess, Elsa or Anna, but sometimes you just go in to your dress up trunk and pull out an outfit. You'll declare, "I'm so pretty" and curtsy at us or spin around giggling.
A couple weeks ago I told you you were pretty and you told me, "I'm not pretty. I'm not wearing a dress." My heart broke at the realization that you already associate being pretty with certain clothes. I now tell you every day how pretty you are no matter what you're wearing. I hope you'll see yourself through my eyes some day and realize just how pretty you are.
We took you on your first camp out last weekend. You were so excited to sleep in a tent and had so much fun running back and forth from tent to tent with your cousins. When we went to sleep that night you crawled in between me and Daddy. Later that night I rolled over and watched you as you slept. I was in awe of how beautiful you are.
Happy 3rd birthday, my beautiful, sweet Nugget, my baby girl.
I love you,