Monday, July 16, 2007

36th Month

[Insert explanation about how this should have been posted on Saturday, but it wasn’t because you were too tired, short, thirsty or old. Something along those lines.]

Dear Sarah,

Oh my gosh, you are now three years old. Three! Aghgh…. [Insert all sorts of sentimental babble about time passing so quickly, heart-wrenching clichés about motherhood and the smell of puppies here.]



The very first time I (hesitantly) took you in my arms I wondered who you were and what thoughts could be lurking behind your blue eyes. I wonder no more.



Who are you? Well, you can take on several different personalities and often do just that in fractions of a second.



You can be a tremendous pain in the rear. Oh, I love you dearly, sweet one. That’s why I must tell you that you can be insufferable. A skipped nap or the sharing of toys/turns/food/air/etc. can bring out a monster that I would love to cage and forget about. [Insert stories involving whining, screaming and kicking here. Note: these will not require any exaggeration.]



At other times, you will squeeze me so hard and plant the biggest, wettest kiss on my lips that…[Insert sappy stuff about angels singing, doves crying and world peace here.]



You also have a tremendous sense of humor. You crack jokes and assign nicknames at the drop of a hat. You’ve assigned your new teacher, Peter, the name Peter Patter. Your dad’s rugby friend, Corny, is now Poppy Corny. And…[Insert really, really bust-a-gut laughing funny antics here. No. Like really funny.]



You may also have a touch of OCD. There are rituals that must be followed and followed to painful degrees. In the morning,…[Insert extended, painful details about the ritual involving Caillou and vitamins that must be carried out or gravity will break here.]

[After a few more cups of coffee, insert examples of athleticism (probably a future Tour de France winner), fearlessness and amazing ability to wipe her own nose here.]



What are you thinking? Oh, I wish this were still a mystery. Seriously, Sarah, you speak clearly and incessantly. Not kidding. You talk all of the time. [Insert a detailed list of every phrase she’s ever uttered followed by photos and videos of her ever-moving mouth here.]

Life with you is nothing like I could have ever imagined. I could have never imagined something so truly fantastic. Our life is now…[Insert magical stuff like double rainbows, dancing unicorns and the completion of vital organs here.]

All my love,
your mama

6 Comments:

At 4:46 AM, Blogger QT said...

This was too funny with your asides scripted in. And the pictures are great -she is so expressive!

 
At 10:17 AM, Blogger Jonzie said...

She looks damn bright, clever and cheeky...
Your description of your love makes me want to pack up and head to Germany (where Martha is at the moment) to conceive :)

Thanks for the support!

 
At 9:30 AM, Blogger jen said...

gorgeous, friend. especially as we are nearing three ourselves. it's amazing, isn't it - their personness.

you are a lovely mom.

 
At 10:06 PM, Blogger Scribbit said...

They grow up so fast (and I know that's cliche but it's true anyway).

 
At 6:04 AM, Blogger Kris said...

Ha! Love the post and the pictures, especially that last one. That's PRICELESS.

 
At 10:45 AM, Blogger cody ross said...

gosh. i cannot accept that she is already three year old (gasps). unfortunately we missed the chance to call her on her birthday but sending regards anyway. hope you are well, and much love.

 

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