It’s amazing to me how quickly you’ve gone from baby to little girl to BIG GIRL, all in the last year. When I look back at my update and photos from just a year ago, when I thought you were so grown up, it’s clear that I had no clue.
Three is FUN. It’s loud and creative and funny (you love to tell us jokes and sing songs with made-up words and create stories around characters and so much more). It’s also really, really smart. Gone are the days when Daddy and I can talk about things when you’re in the room and expect that you won’t understand or repeat what we say.
You love to read. You love to be read to, as well, but if you wake up early or we have some time between errands, you go to your bookshelf, pick something out and shuffle through the pages, telling us what’s happening in the story.
Singing, too, kiddo. Gosh, do you love your own voice. It’s funny, because you’re still fairly shy with new people or in groups but at home, you love to take the stage and will demand that we watch if, heaven forbid, we’re trying to make dinner, wash dishes, read a book or do anything that might take attention away from you.
As a soon-to-be big sister, you are having some mixed feelings. Without question, you love this baby. You put your little hand on my big bump and tell baby all about your day:
- “I went pee-pee in the potty!”
- “I ate a peanut butter sandwich!”
- “I went on the big girl slide!”
And you are very concerned when I wince at the heartburn, kicks and other third trimester pains that baby sister is putting me through. Your innate sweetness just melts me, Audrey.
But let’s be real. Three is also HARD. You have opinions, which you shout at top volume. You don’t have much patience and you’re very quick to yell at me and Daddy if you don’t like what’s happening. You want to do everything yourself, which is commendable, but not always safe — and when I require, for example, that you hold hands in a busy parking lot, you melt down and need a few minutes to calm down. That’s so challenging, kiddo. Daddy says that when you act crazy, you’re taking after me (but we know the truth).
You’re now in a “big girl” bed, you are fully potty trained, you speak in full sentences and you are as good at using an iPhone as either of your parents. But you still need us, and that’s immensely reassuring to me.
You come in when you have a bad dream and ask to cuddle. You don’t like to be too far away from us when we go to the playground or park. You spontaneously ask for hugs and kisses and tell us that you love us and every time you do, I fall even deeper in love with you.
Changes are coming, kid. But you will forever be in my heart. You are part of my heart. I love you deeply and desperately and I’m proud of you every single day.