Wednesday, June 10, 2015

To my favorite little girl, on her 3rd birthday

My Shae,
You are the most beautiful little girl.  You are sweet and sympathetic, and so polite (most of the time), you almost always say please and thank you.  You don't like to see others kids cry, and you point them out to tell me they are sad.  You try to comfort your friends at school when they get hurt. The teachers tell me you ask if they are ok, give them hugs, and try to make them feel better. 

There has been a lot of change this year.  You moved into a toddler bed right after your 2nd birthday, then into a big bed about a month later, although you started sleeping in our bed as soon as you realized you could get out as you pleased.  We lost any semblance of a schedule for a few months, and bedtimes were sporadic.  You moved classes at daycare.  Your little brother arrived and you love him so much, despite the fact that you hate sharing our attention.

You are a great big sister and it's so clear you were never meant to be an only child.  Owen loves you more than anything else in the world, even though you take away his toys.  No one can make him laugh like you do.  When you wake up in the morning, you like to climb in his crib and play with him for a while.  When you get hurt, you like to give him a hug because you say it will make it feel better.

You hate loud noises.
You started gymnastics and love to hang, climb, jump, and tumble.  
You like vegetables! You eat asparagus, mushrooms, broccoli, corn, peas, and snap peas.
You like to eat your waffles, fake bacon, corn, and peas while they are still frozen.  
You will dip anything in ketchup or ranch dressing, including watermelon.
You learned your alphabet, and can even tell me what sound each letter makes.
You can count to 20, sometimes saying eleven-teen.
You love to draw faces, especially Owen, although you always draw him sideways.
You love to take pictures.
You want to know everyone's name, and you will point out total strangers and ask 'what's her/his name?', as if you think I know absolutely everyone.  If I say I don't know, you tell me to ask.
You are learning about Santa and Christmas, and only asked for one thing... a blue toy car (and you said Owen wants the green one).

You are an amazing little girl who brings so much joy and laughter into our lives.  I love you so much.






 
 
 








Mom Stays in the Picture

I recently read an article about a mom who avoids taking pictures with her kids because she doesn't like the way she looks. Yikes, that is me.

I feel kinda frumpy most days, still haven't lost the weight from when I was pregnant with Owen, and never really have time to do my hair or make up. I always think the last thing I want is evidence of how crappy I look. But really, who cares? I love my kids, and I want them to remember how happy they make me. I want them to have pictures of me smiling with them. I want them to be able to look back and remember me when I was younger. So, I've started taking pictures with them as often as I can, and try my best to not think about how I look.

I am their mama and, to them, I am beautiful no matter what.