Beautiful Girl

Our Baby Girl turned 3 years old this past weekend. There are so many things about her right now that I just don't want to forget. Like the way she insists on helping me make pizza every Friday night. She's a super little helper and I thoroughly enjoy this time. She's still not quite steady when she's standing on a less-than-firm surface and she has to lean on the counter to balance herself so she can roll the dough. She will go to the drawer in the island and get the rolling pin out herself and start to roll if she hears the timer go off and I'm not right there waiting. I try very hard to not rush her, even though there are hungry boys waiting for their dinner:

She's quite the little artist. I try to compliment her creations even though it's very unusual to actually be able to identify what they are. This easel was the most well-spent money for us for the whole Christmas season. She uses it every.single.day. My favorite was when she drew "Vader". As in "Darth".

Her appetite is...interesting. It seems to rely primarily on her bathroom capabilities. She's still have a little trouble with constipation but we're working on it. Her diet consists largely of breakfast cereal bars and "scary" olives (which she places on each finger and then chases you with). She loves pasta and pizza and chip chicken lollipops and will usually request one of those for dinner. She also loves cake. And chocolate. Did you know that M&M's are not chocolate? Yeah, me neither.

She loves to watch Playhouse "Dizzy" every morning, although she only actually watches it for one or two shows. If you try to turn it off, however, you'll regret it! She is the queen of the "memote" and is only happy if she is the one to turn the TV off.

She adores her brothers and tries so hard to play with them. But she is all girl. When they fight with light sabres she has to have one but if they get too close she curls up into a little ball like she's trying to protect her vital organs. She went outside after the "Blizzard of 2010", wearing her brothers' hand-me-downs, but only wanted to color with chalk on the garage floor :)
She's the one who made me a mommy to a little girl. She made our world a little softer and a little sweeter. She made her mommy and daddy and brothers smile just by wearing pink. I miss the "Baby" girl, but I love the girlie girl that I'm getting to know every day. Don't grow too fast, sweet. And never lose that sense of wonder.