My Princess Alexandra,
How can you already be 3 1/2? The last 6 months have just whizzed by me all too quickly. You are quite the little person in our home. Sometime I forget all that you know...it really is amazing to watch you at work. You are like a sponge, soaking up anything around you and storing it for a later time. I often am reminded of silly things I once said to you or to another, because I'll hear it repeated out of those cute little lips of yours. Since you are my first-born, I have no comparison...I see this as a blessing. But clearly, you are amazing. You are brilliant, so smart and so precocious...I just love it.
You just love your brother to pieces, constantly asking where he is or what he is doing. Just today, I overheard a cute conversation you were having with him, as you sat next to him with your arm around his back while you were sharing your fishy crackers. "Cade-y boy, I just love you so much." It is your tender heart and your sensitive nature that makes me melt all the more.
You have the BEST sense of humor, I often just can't get enough. The way you laugh at something, or giggle profusely at a Max and Ruby show you've probably seen 100 times too many. Your deep belly laugh as you roll around while you get tickled. The way you like to put your oranges in your mouth so the peel is what you see when you smile, your selected outfits while you play dress-up, your infamous love-affair with those snowman-footie pajamas, your intense passion for brushing your teeth 3 or 4 times before bed! You are one silly girl for sure.
It seems I just can't keep you busy enough. You are one A-C-T-I-V-E little person. Honestly, you have the ability to play with 5 different toys simultaneously! Here lately, pretend picnics with your plastic play food, playdough with all your coordinating accessories, dress-up, coloring, legos, tricycle riding, sandbox play, going to the park, going to the gymnasium with friends, singing with "moos-kick", puzzles, puzzles, more puzzles, playing house, hide-and-seek, reading, reading, and more reading...you name it, you love it.
If we could afford it, we would have our own beach in our backyard. This in itself would be like a Disneyland experience for you on a daily basis. You can't seem to get enough of the water, the sand and the sun. I guess it's that California blood in you after all. And don't worry, one of these days it will get hot enough to bring our play pool into the backyard, I promise.
You are so grown-up. Full potty-trained, both day and night! I am still so impressed on that fact alone. Your ability to fully retain your Sunday School teachings has also been so cool. Just this week when asked what your story was about you quickly rambled back, "Jesus walking on water." Last week, you were most impressed with Jesus' ability to multiple the loaves and fishes. And my favorite is that you know that Jesus lives in your heart...I tear up when you tell me that...
You are becoming more and more, well, you. I see my little Alexandra becoming a little girl. A little girl that needs me in a new way. Not to help you get out of your bed anymore, but to help find the missing puzzle piece, or to read I spy books to. Not to help you put your clothes on, but to help make you your much loved and appreciated bowl of morning oatmeal--seriously, we still can't believe how much you LOVE, L-O-V-E, your oatmeal. In fact, if we sleep anywhere else for a trip or something, it is the first and most important thing you are worried about. It is pretty cute, even if it is the first thing you say to me in the morning. :)
You do have your moments of 3-year oldness, but I guess that comes with the territory. Moments of not listening or getting out your bed 25 times too many. Those not so fun times can easily be forgotten amongst all the other fun and true moments we experience together.
I love you baby-doll. You are precious in all ways. I love you so much. I cherish your little "isms" and the unique things that make you, you. Thank you for always forgiving me when I fail and always loving me. You are incredible.
Love,
Momma


