It doesn’t feel like you had your third birthday, because frankly it felt like you were turning three when you had your second. Although now you like to be a puppy and whimper a bit to get your way (I’m sure it has nothing to do with baby sister being in the house).
You’re still my little chick, at least once a day I look down to see you underneath me. Rare is a morning you don’t want to cuddle in mommy’s bed, or be carried to your room after a bath. Daddy would probably like you to stop getting such pamperings but I don’t see that happening soon.
By far, you are the sneakiest, craziest, yet chillest child yet. Everyone could be having a meltdown in the car and you would be quietly staring out the window. You’re the only child who’s managed to slip away undetected–to be fair, you are only the second.
A coffee shop seemed the perfect location for your photos this year. You graciously gave me about 5 minutes to capture these before you were absolutely over it and wanted the ipad so you could watch Octonauts. You also uncharacteristically ordered a hot chocolate instead of your normal chai.