Zoë today you turn 36-months-old.  I can hardly believe how much you have grown.

One-Year-Old

Two-Years-Old

Three-Years-Old

We celebrated this morning with a special breakfast of bacon and eggs (your favorite) and opened a present.  You danced and sang “I’m three, Yay three.”  You handed over your bubee (pacifier) because three-year-olds don’t use them (we’ll see how long that lasts–mom kept it just in case).  You said three-year-olds don’t pee in pull-ups any more (again–we’ll see how long that lasts).  When you pee in your pull-up or ask for a bubee you’ll give us that pouty little fact that is so hard to resist and talk and your remorse filled tone and probably get exactly what you want.  You are the light of our lives.  You aren’t moody–which I am very thankful for.  You are sheer pleasure and joy to be around.  You have filled our lives with so much happiness and joy.  Your brother adores you, just as you do him.

You are a daredevil and already love make-up.  There is something awfully skewed when I have to tell you that when you go to school next year you can’t wear make-up.  How did I get such a girly girl?  I love it but it often makes me feel grossly inadequate.  But I’ll do all the girly stuff because I love you.

Happy Birthday my princess.  You have made our family complete and better.  Couldn’t imagine a day going by without you.

Love,
Mama