In a couple short months this lil' darling will be a whoppin' three year old!
Who hit the fast-forward button? I may just blink and see her asking for the car keys next.
So, right now, I try to remember those quirks that make her the child I adore..
For example: take this gal to the playground and she'll squeal down the slides a few times, but then return to her favourite spot of all: the dirt. She loves digging, raking, and rolling around in it.
Yes, I'm that mama with the kid making snow dirt-angels.
She's my wee beauty... and my crazy beast, all rolled in to one.
Tenderly she dotes on her younger brother... tortuously she thwacks him the next moment.
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Every time we come home she runs to the garden to pick me a flower.
The plucked tomatoes (Azi calls "poemados") are shared with her Daddy.
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She hates to walk any where... encouraging her stay off the stroller results in dragging a screaming tempest down the sidewalk (how the neighbours must talk)!
If she gets a 'boo-boo'...the whole block will also hear her bewail it.
Every scratch, cut or bruise is accounted for to her Grandparents on each visit (even when the 'trauma' is weeks old).
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Oh, but she loves to snuggle.
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And despite saying "I can do it MYSELF"... she still asks her Mama to join her in everything.
She loves playing with her toy animals (especially in rice).
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She hangs on every word during story-times... eyes wide with delight or dismay at the plot.
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Oh, and I sort of interviewed her here too:
Yes, that's my Azriel...
...that's my girl.
I love her to bits,
Mel ;o)
