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