Three Year Succession

drum roll.. Every year on her BIRTH day!

Three Years

Dear Sena,
I really am in shock that I have a three-year-old. I know how proud you are to be three (you continue asking each day if you're still three!) but I really just feel like the last two years have flown. (Yes, I said 2. The first year was a little longer and relatively sleep deprived.. but not as much as your sister's first year may prove to be.)

In the last year you have gone from a chubby-cheeked baby to a full-on toddler and now "kid". When we moved into the house you were hesitant on the stairs and sleeping in a crib, and now you have a giant bed filled with at least 17 "friends", and navigate the house relatively confidently. (Although you did fall down the garage stairs the other day.. mama lost at least a year for that one.)

Your birthday was a big event this year. We took you to the Denver Children's Museum (no camera. sorry.) and then had dinner with Grandma Sheree and Grandpa Thomas. The next day Grandma and Grandpa Montana arrived and we went out with all of the grandparents (lucky girl) for pizza and ice cream. (When your ice cream cone fell to the ground, to avert tears and a disaster your father scooped it up and licked it clean.... that's love for you (or stupidity?)!)

We then had your actual party at Monkey Bizness this crazy bouncy house madness that I never thought I'd be a part of. But just like I didn't think I'd ever by those shoes that light up when you walk (yep, did that too), we went for it and it proved to be a fun party to boot.

Needless to say, you have become a glowing child. Your curiosity and memory astound me every day. I love watching your mind work, and sometimes just smile waiting for you to say your next thought that comes to mind. Other times I can't believe what you're saying and I just want you to stop and slow down. For instance... I asked you if you wanted a boy or a girl monkey cake. Your response, "Boy. I like boys." Okay dear.. but just so you know, your father says you have another 15 years to go before you can date. Unless you count taking your papa as your date.

Love you honey,
mama

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Letter to Noa Month 5

Dear Noa,
Whoops! I guess we missed month 4 somehow.. but I seem to remember the month starting out with you nearly sleeping thru the night and ending with you definitely not ; ) But, honestly I'm not sure what happened last month to make it go by so fast. Everyone says that your second child grows up even faster than the first, which is hard to believe but oh so true, and oh-so-sad. I don't want you to grow any faster, especially knowing (or at least mostly knowing) that you're our last baby.. you don't need to grow so quickly honey.

I know you're ready to chase your sister and play with her. Your delight each time you see Sena brings me such joy. Sena has no idea what kind of trouble you'll cause one day when her toys go missing, but for the time being you can each just eye each other and everyone can stay in harmony.

You've learned to roll.. from back to front... which isn't usually the case. And you don't do it that often. You are drooling a lot, but no teeth have appeared, and you really show very little interest in learning to sit. I think standing seems much better to you since that brings you closer to Sena's level.

You are such a happy little girl. I have to apologize that I thought you had colic a few months back. Those were the hormones talking honey. Some day you'll understand. Sigh.

Love you,
mama