I showed everyone didn't I, Jules? It's two days before Cooper's birthday and I'm just now getting around to writing your birthday letter. You gotta understand ... Momma's life has been incredibly hectic since the new semester started. NO excuses. Here goes.
Your third year has so far been marked with sassiness and cuteness, disobedience and hilarity. You're saying things like "Mommy. You know what I love? You!" - which kills me every time. You went to your well check at the doctor a few weeks ago and said, after it was over, "My GOODNESS mommy! I got SO MANY TREATS at the doctor's office today, momma!" You did have a wart removed, flu mist spray and blood drawn. Those five tokens were well worth the bribery it took. You are 40 3/4" tall and 33 pounds - height 99th percentile. Shocker. You are definitely one of the tallest three-year olds anyone has seen in a while. You're welcome.
Jules: You love your new big girl bed (that used to be Aunt Kelley's) SO much, but you won't stay in it for anything. Most of the time, threatening to throw your blanket in the trash keeps you in bed. You have a strong will with a sweet touch, which works well with your daddy. Not so much for me. It's unreal how much different you are from Cooper, and I still think I'm trying to get used to it.
Things you love: Playing in your room with me, sitting on Daddy's shoulders, going on a "famiwee wok" together, talking to yourself with your toys and pretending, your blanket and "Baby Panda," babies, "Chipotway," screaming in the car and talking over us all, swimming, playing with and loving on your brother (who would just die for you), bugging the heck out of your brother, eating Gogurt and pigs-in-a-blanket ... without the blankets.
Things you don't love: Halloween superstores (found that out the hard way), cleaning up after anything, Penny the Dog bothering you to death, ghosts, and getting into time outs.
The greatest saying so far: "Mom. You're cute. I think I'll keep you." I think I'll keep you, too.
Love,
Mom
