Tomorrow my daughter will be 3. I am still in disbelief – where did the time go? It seems like only yesterday I was nervous and excited waiting for my scheduled C (she was a breech baby), and today she is a little person with her own likes, dislikes and her own view of the world around her. She is very talkative and she cracks me up so often when she offers her perls of wisdom to me. Here are some of them:
I like girls. I like them best. But all my friends are boys, because they do what I say.
When papa and I go to the mall, all my food falls from my tummy into my popo. Then my tummy is empty, and I want to eat French Fries.
I will not take my kitty to school. Maybe she can go when my friends are older and learn how not to grab.
All my friends are different. Some are tall and some are small. Some speak English and some speak German. And some speak Spanish too. (Me: Who speaks Spanish?). Dora and Diego!
My left foot is a boy. He looks like a boy. He is a Mister. And my right foot is a girl. She is a Miss. And when I grow up, she will be a Missis.
When I grow up, I will grow into mommy, and I will have your breasts. But first I want to only grow up a little bit, not so much like papa.
Happy upcoming birthday, my little Mouse. I am looking forward to enjoying your fourth year of life.