Happy #3

I used to hate it when parents would say, "My baby is X years old.  I just can't believe it!"

 

Because I thought, "Oh, for the love, you've been there the whole time!  What about it can't you believe?"

 

But now I understand the state of disbelief.

 

Disbelief that that number of years really passed.

 

Disbelief that what was once so small is growing up.

 

Disbelief that the other day, your 3-year-old told you that "whining is no bueno".

 

Here are some of the things I really appreciate about my 3-year-old (and no, I can't believe she's 3):

 

*she makes me laugh.  Everyday. 

 

*she's smart.  And kind of a smart alack.  I have no idea where that came from.

 

*most of the time, she tries really hard to be good.

 

*watching her run is one of the great pleasures of my life.

 

*just like me, she figures if there's cake in the morning, that's what's for breakfast.

 

*she genuinely wants to be helpful.

 

*she loves to be outside.  And she'll spend hours and hours swimming.

 

*she still thinks pretty much any idea I have is a good one (and she'll even say, "Wowee, that's a really good idea!")

 

*she isn't girlie.  Because if she was, I don't know what I'd do with her.

 

*when she's sleepy, she'll profess her love for you over and over again.