My sweet little Peach,
You are growing up. I didn't realize it as it was happening, but now when I look back at photos of the past year, I can see that you have gone from a little, chubby cheeked, short haired cutie to a tall, lanky, knobby kneed, red locked beauty (still a cutie though).
You are still my assertive, sometimes aggressive, diva. You change clothes about 8 times a day and you love pink, wearing twirly dresses, glitter, sparkles, and sprinkle donuts. You are a boss. You tell everyone what to do, and you always know what's best for your sister (so you think). You are also a good little mommy. You check on and console Ollie when she is sad or sick. You call her "Sweet Honey" and tell her what she should and shouldn't do and take care of her when she needs someone to pick out her clothes for her.
You have a sweet smile, and the cutest little lone dimple. You're talkative and outgoing, but you have a raspy little whisper voice.
You have been sneaky lately, so I have to always have one eye on you. When you notice I'm watching, you smile real big and put the evidence of your naughtiness in your shirt. You aren't allowed to go to the potty alone because you get into the sink and wash your hair. Or you get out cleaning products and spray everything. Or you just take a bath... You are still not allowed to go into the kitchen because you will sneak into the basement. Or clear out the cabinets looking for treats or pretending to grocery shop. Or you will put all of the dog's food in his water. When I tell you that you're being difficult, you say "Thanks!"
Right now, you are really into Dragon Tales, Daniel Tiger, Madagascar, and the Disney version of Robin Hood. You hate any type of action or suspense on TV. If you even hear climactic music, you start whining for someone to turn it off. One time, you watched a certain stressful scene in American Tail and I couldn't turn it off (because I was driving) and afterward you said, "Shew, that was really freaking me out."
You love the books Silly Tilly and Little Babaji (Daddy calls you Little Baba G now). You love to draw and color and write on the chalkboard. You started drawing faces a few months ago, and now you are working on the arms and legs. You can write a letter O for Ollie and a letter G for Georgie.
You started gymnastics last week, and you weren't sure about it. I'm hoping you don't have my sports anxiety! I'm sure you will love it once you know what to expect. You asked your teacher to go to Chick Fil A after your lesson, and then went home and pretended to be her, teaching gymnastics.
You enjoy going to school. You like bringing home your work and showing it off. You love your teachers, and you always pray for your friends (and blame them for the naughty things you do at home).
I love you bigger than the sky, my quirky, sweet, brilliant, beautiful, 3 year old Peach. When you pop up out of bed this morning with your usual huge "Good morning!" smile, you will be a little bit older but you will always be my chubby little 5 lb bundle of love.
Hugga Mugga,
Mom
You are growing up. I didn't realize it as it was happening, but now when I look back at photos of the past year, I can see that you have gone from a little, chubby cheeked, short haired cutie to a tall, lanky, knobby kneed, red locked beauty (still a cutie though).
You are still my assertive, sometimes aggressive, diva. You change clothes about 8 times a day and you love pink, wearing twirly dresses, glitter, sparkles, and sprinkle donuts. You are a boss. You tell everyone what to do, and you always know what's best for your sister (so you think). You are also a good little mommy. You check on and console Ollie when she is sad or sick. You call her "Sweet Honey" and tell her what she should and shouldn't do and take care of her when she needs someone to pick out her clothes for her.
You have a sweet smile, and the cutest little lone dimple. You're talkative and outgoing, but you have a raspy little whisper voice.
You have been sneaky lately, so I have to always have one eye on you. When you notice I'm watching, you smile real big and put the evidence of your naughtiness in your shirt. You aren't allowed to go to the potty alone because you get into the sink and wash your hair. Or you get out cleaning products and spray everything. Or you just take a bath... You are still not allowed to go into the kitchen because you will sneak into the basement. Or clear out the cabinets looking for treats or pretending to grocery shop. Or you will put all of the dog's food in his water. When I tell you that you're being difficult, you say "Thanks!"
Right now, you are really into Dragon Tales, Daniel Tiger, Madagascar, and the Disney version of Robin Hood. You hate any type of action or suspense on TV. If you even hear climactic music, you start whining for someone to turn it off. One time, you watched a certain stressful scene in American Tail and I couldn't turn it off (because I was driving) and afterward you said, "Shew, that was really freaking me out."
You love the books Silly Tilly and Little Babaji (Daddy calls you Little Baba G now). You love to draw and color and write on the chalkboard. You started drawing faces a few months ago, and now you are working on the arms and legs. You can write a letter O for Ollie and a letter G for Georgie.
You started gymnastics last week, and you weren't sure about it. I'm hoping you don't have my sports anxiety! I'm sure you will love it once you know what to expect. You asked your teacher to go to Chick Fil A after your lesson, and then went home and pretended to be her, teaching gymnastics.
You enjoy going to school. You like bringing home your work and showing it off. You love your teachers, and you always pray for your friends (and blame them for the naughty things you do at home).
I love you bigger than the sky, my quirky, sweet, brilliant, beautiful, 3 year old Peach. When you pop up out of bed this morning with your usual huge "Good morning!" smile, you will be a little bit older but you will always be my chubby little 5 lb bundle of love.
Hugga Mugga,
Mom
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