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Olive, You're Three!

My Ollie Sue Magoo,
You are growing, and learning, and becoming more and more yourself everyday. I hate to see the sweet little you go, but I'm so excited to see the bigger, independent (hopefully even sweeter) you come out.

You are silly. You love to make everyone laugh. You change the lyrics to songs, you play tricks on us and say "Just kidding!" and you just make me laugh all day. You are into bathroom humor lately. Everything ends with "poop" or, the double whammy, "poop and pee".

You are probably the sweetest person I know. You care about everyone's feelings and health and well-being. The other day I had scratch on my hand, and you kept looking over at it and saying "Let me see that. Does it hurt you?" After about 5 times, you hugged me and said, "I don't want you to have a boo boo, Mom."

When we go out in public, you are my calm and cool child. At home, you are NOT. You tend to whine and pout a lot. A few days ago, you threw a tantrum because I wouldn't help you pick out new clothes. You cried for about 15 minutes before Georgia finally gave in and held up individual shirts for you to chose from. As soon as she held up the first shirt and said, "You want this one?" you were fine. I must say though, you still have a smile on your face most of the time. As I looked through photos for your little collage below, I realized that it is easy to find great pictures of you. You always look so genuinely happy. I hope that never changes, Ollie Sue. You live a great life, so you should keep enjoying it!

Right now, you are into Dragon Tales, the Minions movie, and Little Rascals. You love to watch TV and eat snacks (cheese sticks, apples, and veggie straws are your favorites). You like to read I Was So Mad, the Little Critter Easter book, and Chicka Chicka Boom Boom. You can read them all by yourself (or have them memorized. Whatever).

You enjoy playing with stickers, coloring (with all the colors at once), singing- specifically the song Downtown by Macklemore, and playing Mommy and Baby with your Georgie Porgie. You like to get all dressed up, carry about 5 purses, push a stroller, and pretend you are leaving for work, saying "Love you. Bye. Have a good weekend. Make good choices." You do this OVER AND OVER AND OVER. I love it.

When you started gymnastics last week, you were a natural! You loved every part of it, and you did it well! I'm already proud of you just for going for it. You are much braver than me when it comes to trying new things.

You love school. You want to show everything to your teachers and friends. You love the songs you learn there and come home singing all the time! You know the days of the week and know what we will be doing everyday. Monday- Friday- School YAY!, Saturday- Stay home with Mommy YAY! Sunday- Church TRIPLE YAY! You are pretty excited about everything.

I love you bigger than the sky (and poop), my sweet, sensitive, wild, hilarious 3 year old Ollie.

Hugga Mugga,
Mom


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