You’re Three!

 Dear Sweet Girl,

You turned three this year, and suddenly the world has taken on a new light. When people ask you how old you are, you try to manoeuvre your little fingers to make a three; you talk non-stop, even though half the time I need a translator to decipher what on earth you are saying. You often complement these gabfests with a lot of hand and shoulder movements, so it looks like you’re having a party all by yourself.

You like to tell people to “be careful!” when they leave the house, and insist – I mean INSIST – on hugs and kisses when people are leaving. If they don’t, you tell your parents on them. You still get some phrases mixed up; the other day when you were leaving Gramma’s, you said “thanks for coming!” Gramma said “you’re welcome.”

You’re a daddy’s girl, until something goes wrong and then all you want is your mommy. You love to swing, always asking to go “higher and higher”. Recently you were swinging with one of the kids in gramma’s neighbourhood and you went so high you scared the other girl off. Did I mention it was her swing?

You still love cheese and pizza, but not as much as bread and butter. You’ve become a little bit of a picky eater. It may have started when your dad tried to explain where chicken and hamburger comes from…that was a very successful talk, let me tell you.

You’ve had a big year. Your sister was born last July, the one you kept kissing through your mom’s belly for nine months. And then when she got here, you showed your love by hugging her so hard I thought her brains would pop out. You also tried to roll over her more than once.

 

After a while the novelty wore off, and your ‘big sister’ instincts clicked in. You steal her toys, sometimes while she’s still playing with them. If she is near you and grabbing at something you have, you state in no uncertain terms that “NO AVERY, IT’S MIIIINE.” When she cries, you tell her to “Be quiet.”

 

But you also smother her with kisses and make her laugh. You get down on the ground and play with her. You’ll be a great big sister.

 

Last year was the first year you ‘got’ Christmas. All those presents!! You tore through them like the Road Runner, barely looking at what was inside. You did thank Gramma’s dog Maisy, though, for your Dora toothbrush.

 

You play catch with Roxy, and tell her in your little pixie voice to “drop it” when she brings the ball back, although it sounds more like “chtroppit”. You love to dance, especially ballet….although you have no idea what that is.


You’re such a little person, and just so gosh darn cute.

Happy Birthday, beautiful girl!

Love,

Auntie Redkap.