Yesterday, you turned THREE years old. I can hardly believe it, but then again, it seems like you have been with us forever. You are absolutely THE best part of our lives, and your daddy and I love our little family so very much. Every year gets better and better.
If you notice I have on a new outfit, or just one you particularly like, you will say, "I like your dress, Mama. It's very pretty." Right now, you practically refuse to wear anything except a skirt or dress ("ballerinas", you call them), and I am happy to oblige and let you wear one nearly every day. The little twirl you do when you first put on a favorite dress is so much better than any cute outfit I could coerce you to wear. You are very attached to your Jen Jen and Ne Ne. You love to snuggle and watch movies on the couch, and you are awesome at games of pretend. You call any dog "Toto", from The Wizard of Oz, and you often tell people very sincerely that your name is Dorothy Ross H----. I may cry the day you stop asking us to call you Dorothy.
My little Addison, you are the life of the party around here most days. You are funny and silly and fiercely independent. Sometimes I shudder to imagine how sassy you might be during your teen years, but we will cross that bridge when we get there, and I will love you even on the days you make me want to scream. While you are less likely than you sister to cuddle up with me voluntarily, I also catch you more and more often sitting still "reading" a book all by yourself. You have definitely inherited my love of books, and seeing that love grow makes your mama's heart very, very happy.
I often call you my wild child, but you have a sensitive side too. Sometimes when you realize you are about to get into trouble, your little face just crumbles and you burst into unexpected tears. (Yes, that makes it very hard to stay mad at you at that moment in time, a fact I hope you don't figure out anytime soon!) Just the other day, you were bouncing around while I combed your hair and you caught sight of an ASPCA commercial on tv. You asked me if the doggie was sad and I, without thinking, answered that he was. Your eyes immediately welled up with tears and you became inconsolable, wailing, "I don't waaaaannnttt him to be sad!"
You are very much a mama's girl right now, but you often get caught up in things your daddy is doing too. You love to help him work on the lawn mower and you request to visit the John Deere store almost weekly. You love to run and play "chase" right now and you can far outlast any of us adults. You scrunch up your nose when you smile, just like I do, and you have this funny little abrupt way of talking sometimes that absolutely cracks us up. I can't describe it, but I'm pretty sure I will never forget it.
As I have said before, being a mama to you girls is by far the greatest and coolest thing I will ever do. I will make mistakes, and lots of them--like, um, taking your pacis away the night before your 3rd birthday so that you were sad ON your birthday instead of waiting until the day after (sorry about that!!)--but I promise you I will always do the very best I can do for you girls and for our family.
You are so very loved, girls, don't ever forget that. Happy third birthday!
(Since you are such big girls now, can you go ahead and forgive me for this paci business soon? Pretty please?)