Three Years Old

Dear Punky,

You've grown from a tiny baby...

  

into a little girl...

At three years old, you are:

Smart.  The things you say (and remember) amaze us.  You've completely memorized your favorite book "Pinkalicious".  You know all of the letters of the alphabet and can count to 14 (after that you only say the even numbers).  You remember random things that I have forgotten about, like what costume your friend wore for Halloween two years ago and how you ate M&Ms at the hospital when Colin was born.   

Stubborn.  You've decided you do not like vegetables or milk in addition to other random things throughout the week.  If you do not want something, you let us know!

Sweet.  (Especially with your little brother.)  You make him feel better when he gets an "ouchie" and you share your snacks with him.  We hear you singing and talking to Buddy as you two are falling asleep at night. 

Silly.  You come up with the silliest, goofiest games.  Yesterday at your birthday party, you entertained yourself (and your friends) for 5 minutes by putting a bucket on your head.  I have no idea what exactly you were doing.  What a goof!

Imaginative.  You come up with some crazy, fun games to play!  Your favorites are mailman where you tell us to close our eyes, you put a toy in a bag, and then you pretend to be the mailman and say "ring dong" and give us the present to open.  You also like to wave your pretend wand and say "Abra-a-dabra" "I change you into a lion/monkey/worm".

Friendly.  Everyone loves you.  You make friends where ever we go.  You are just a likable little girl. 

I hope you always stay as smart, stubborn, sweet, silly, imaginative and friendly as you are now.

Happy Birthday, Sweetheart!

Love,
Mommy and Daddy