...that's my girl:

  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)