This little ham!
Three years ago, I went to the hospital. A few hours later, I had this little thing in my arms.
Champion nurser, that one. Which is how she got these glorious thighs…
And she still loves her food. As a baby, she needed to be close to me all the time. Seriously. All. The. Time. She slept up against me and wanted to be carried around. She’s since become fiercely independent but she still gives the best hugs. Snuggled up close, little hands tight around my neck. And she stays there.
She has a sunny personality and makes me laugh so much. Every single day. She might do something silly or she might just smile at me. Whatever she does, her joy is contagious.
She also throws epic tantrums. She wants what she wants how she wants it when she wants it. No amount of discussion will work. She wants what she wants and she does not care about any reason why she can’t have it. She should have what she wants because she wants it. I’ve asked her. That’s her answer.
She’s curious and stubborn (perseverant?) and loving and joyful. She has laser focus and great observational skills. She’ll chat up a storm and require you to answer her.
When she isn’t talking, she’s singing and dancing. Or sleeping. She likes to dress up as a princess, do puzzles, read books, play with blocks, and do arts and crafts. She enjoys ice cream, pasta, fruit, cake, and chocolate. And she loves animals.
And she’s very proud to be a big girl. A big girl who wears underwear, even at night. A big girl who goes to camp and school. A big girl who can dress herself and put on her shoes. A big girl who isn’t two anymore. Three.
But she’ll always be my baby.