We're nearing the end of three. Very soon, you will be four, and you are so excited. You ask when it will be your birthday almost every day. You remind us that you're almost four constantly.
This morning you watched me reach the microwave and said, "Maybe when I'm four, I'll be as big as you."
Although, it will still be a few years until you can reach the microwave, you're growing like a weed. Your legs are so long. Your arms are so long. Everything about you is long.
I bought your summer clothes in size 4T. The length is right, but you swim in them around the waist. Most of the time your bum ends up hanging out of your shorts.
Speaking of which, potty humor is hilarious to you. You make jokes about your bum all the time. For example, you told me it looked beautiful because it was getting married to your feet. You're also into the chest area. You held a bra up to yourself at the store and cried, "Don't I look fancy?" Sometimes you stuff your shirt with toys. Seriously, you might be turning fourteen instead of four.
You had so much fun on our trip to Montauk. You have always loved the water and the beach. We loved watching you run in the waves, collect shells, build sandcastles.
Plus, you had grandparents, aunties, and uncles giving you lots of attention. There was always an adult ready to play with you and always a new game to be discovered. Auntie Carol even set up a Fourth of July Easter egg hunt for you since the holiday got rained out.
You continue to be such a good big sister even though it's not always easy. Vivi has started bunking with you. You try your best to be quiet, but you're always restless at bedtime. It's like you can't help standing on your head instead of sleeping. You can't control the songs pouring out of you. As a result, some nights you are banished to Mumma and Dada's room until everyone is calm. It's not really fair, but we're trying our best to figure out how to make sharing a room work.
I love you my Maddie Bear.
Love,
Mumma
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