Happy birthday to my sweet little BUG!
Well, you got me. I guess those all are some of my favorite things about you.
At the sweet preschool age of three you:
~love playing outside
~are just dying for a Dora "stooda" (scooter)
~love anything and everything Grandparent
~confess your love for Dora every night (despite the fact you only watch her about twice a month, if you're lucky)
~love to eat. You, apparently, are blessed with your Daddy's metabolism
~(and speaking of Daddy) are a Daddy addict. Everything in life revolves around him. What time he'll be home. Will he rock you? Will he sit by you as you nod off to sleep? Can he fetch you a drink? Fix your plate? Go outside with you? Ahhh, the list just goes on and on!
~are starting to realize where you are in our family. And by this I mean that you are realizing some sissies are older than you, while others (including the one in my tummy) are younger than you.
~love to color on everything (the latest being your Sharpie scribbles allover our white garage walls)
~enjoy princess movies
~share a room with Boushka and I think you like it.
~ love you some Nutella
~ give the best posed face for pictures. You stick your chin out and look up saying cheeeessse! through your teeth. Oh it cracks me up!
Thank you, for all that is you! I am so completely blessed to be your mama. You have taught me a lot about myself and a ton more about being a mom. You instill the drive in me to become a more patient and understanding person. You put a smile on my face when I least expect it. You wrap your arms around me and give me a kiss on the spur of the moment. You, are one of the very best things to ever come into my life. I love you sweet girl! Happy Birthday!
-Mama
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