THREE

One, two, buckle my shoe.  THREE - wait, stop there!  That's the number.  Three crazy, tired, funny, adventurous, exhausting, educational, precious, wonderful years.  She started ballet last night - tights, slippers and all.  One hour with the teacher and students and no Mommy.  And no problem.  You mean my baby, who just a few months ago couldn't seem to function without me is started to be independent?  Yes, definitely harder for me than for her.
  So for the sake of squeezed time, need for sleep, and low brain function (all of which are probably related) I will keep this to the point.  Here she is, in a nutshell.
-Intense, structured, "I have an idea!" "I need to be hydrated!"  "My poop looks like a train!"  "My sweet brother is SO handsome," whiny, loves to read, tries to be tall, oh so cute, heart melter, sharing learner, patience tester, forgiver, thrower-upper, "SO" word user,  "I zike it," "Mommy I need you, Mommy."  "I want to take ballet lessons right now,"  Jesus wanter.

To summarize, My daughter is my precious, miraculous, important, kind, intense bundle of beautiful imperfection.  She brings out my best and my worst.

Malana, Thank you for this adventure.  I can't wait to see what this next year has in store for us!