Our baby girl is THREE! Saturday she turned three years old, at the wonderful hour of 1:50 in the morning. I can't believe the day has come where we have no more babies underfoot. Not even a toddler. A bona fide preschooler! My baby is so big!
We had a nice party with chocolate cupcakes, lots of crafts, and tons of love. Amarys had a wonderful day. "I free!" She said, many times over. I pulled out this t-shirt to give her and she said, "It have two 'ees' on it!" Um, yes. Yes, it does.
Amarys is our bright firecracker. She wakes up full of fierce energy and zooms through the day, seemingly gathering momentum as she goes! She's wild and marches to her own drumbeat. We love it. [except when we hate it, but hey! Happy birthday!] =D
Spending a day with her is fun and cute, but demands every ounce of energy reserves you ever stored up in your back pocket. She's also freaking smart. You can't get away with a half explanation with this one. Or an answer that doesn't jive with all the other bits of information you've given her for her ENTIRE LIFE. You better be honest. And you better be paying attention. She's got an elephant's memory. She is inquisitive and wants to know how things work, and why. She learns by osmosis; she knows her alphabet, singing and by sight. She can count to thirty. Her ability to argue logic is remarkable. She communicates at a pretty high level. She sings a multitude of songs--her favourite right now is the peanut song; "There was a peanut on the track, his heart was all aflutter. Around the bend came number ten and choo choo! *smack* PEANUT BUTTER!"
She can do simple math; "We haves six peoples in our family but daddy is at work so we is only fibes." She loves books and recites them almost word for word after just a few reads. Her favourite books are Don't Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus!, the Ladybug Girl series, and any book with babies in it. Her favourite show is Doc McStuffins--she rarely watches anything else. She can articulate her thoughts and emotions very clearly, as in "I sad pertause yesterday Mafew took my doll away and now she's lost." Or "I no want daddy go to work, pertause I miss him when him goes away."
She climbs, jumps, dances, sings, rides tricycles, builds with large lego and loves anything sensory, like dried rice, beans, playdoh, moon dough, water play, sand, and bubbles.
She's full of initiative. Where the boys might ask me to get something for them? She just drags a chair over and helps herself. It doesn't occur to her to ask. Thirsty? Select milk from fridge and cup from cupboard, pour. Hungry? Pull fish crackers from counter, snack cup from shelf, pour. Bored? Get remotes from high shelf, push correct buttons to turn on television to Treehouse. Want to meet brothers on their walk home from school? Exit pet door, open gate, walk down street. Want to freak out mother? Talk about how you like to 'eat money.'
Jumping on the bed
Her own way
Picking her nose
Wiping it on people
Routines [routines, routines]
Especially mushrooms, black olives, spaghetti, and 'prench pries'
Changes in routine
Change in seasons
Change in activity
Long car trips
Being touched by anyone except family
She's bright, strong, singularly focused, beautiful, funny, exhausting, vibrant, pessimistic, and has a bullshit meter that is very finely tuned. Her love is as fierce as her will; when you're loved, you are LOVED. There's nothing like it. And there's definitely nothing out there quite like our Amarys.
Happy free, peanutter!