My little dumpling turned three yesterday, and I can’t believe how quickly this time is flying. Holy smokes… it’s all becoming a bit of a blur.
She went from this:
On Thursday, I asked her what she’d like for her birthday. She said, “Edamame. And Dumplings. And Swedish berries.”
I said, “Hey, Ava Scarlett… are you THREE years old??!”
She took her thumb out of her mouth and whispered, “O-most…” She smiled her fool head off.
She’s sassy. She’s talkative. She’s generous. Her laugh is explosive – it rises from deep in the belly, and she throws her head back and lets it all out when she does. She does this a lot, which I guess makes her a happy kid. This makes me smile.
She has grown!
I talk a big game about her being the devil (with sharp, pointy horns) and a complete terrorist (and believe me, she can be all of these things – YES!) but in truth, she’s a lovely little girl and we completely adore her.
I made two dozen cupcakes for her preschool party. I made a cake for the house, and invited a couple of neighbour-friends over to say hello and sing Happy Birthday. It wasn’t much of a party, but she was thrilled. That’s the goal, right?
We sang the song, and my eyes blurred with tears… I could barely choke the words out without my voice breaking, the sentiment of the song… it’s words, caught on a sob. It’s the third time we’ve sang it to her. The second time we sang it… well, it feels like it was just a short moment ago. Time flies.
That I get to mother this child… it blows me away. And I must admit – being a mother to a girl is pretty terrific – I’m having a blast dressing her and stuff.
I wonder what she’ll grow to become… but I’ll take her pint-sized self for as long as she stays small. I hope she has her happiest year yet.
She is impetuous. She is devilish. She is a pistol. Oh my god, you guys… she’s ME, only she’s twice as smart and three times as cute. (We are in SO much trouble…)
She’s not a baby – she’s a small girl. She’s got lots of words and sass and cuteness and curiosity and balls. I need to photograph the dimples in her elbows before they’re gone forever.
It’s a blur, I tell you. *sniff*