My baby turned 3 at the beginning of August.
I don’t get it. Didn’t she just get here?
At 3, Magster is:
A smiley, giggly, pint-sized powerhouse.
Getting super close to three feet tall.
Brave. She went off the diving board at swim lessons without hesitation. Earlier this week, we went to Watermania and she went off the 1-meter springboard…five times.
Stubborn. Willingly got in the pool for swim lessons at the country club; flat-out refused to get in the pool for swim lessons at the Ferndale YMCA. (Ferndale YMCA pool = Super 8 motel pool so…I kinda get it, Mags.)
A cuddle-bug. She gives really good snuggles and never refuses hugs and kisses.
A bit of a daredevil. She cruises really well on her Strider bike and I have to remind her (a lot) to slow down.
That’s the start of a black eye, a result of tripping and landing face-first on to the base molding of the dining room hutch. Earlier that same week, she’d also fallen off a swing and it hit her in the face, which led to a tooth through her lip and a gash on her chin. Two days later, she fell while running on the sidewalk and skinned both knees. Crazy kid.
Not-so-secret admirer of her big sis.
A bottomless pit. There aren’t very many things she won’t eat.
A dirt magnet. This kid loves to be messy. I have to take the scrub brush to her feet most nights.
A nudie. Hates clothes.
Still not a great sleeper. I think we’ve swung towards the majority for nights sleeping without a wake-up, but it does still happen once or twice a week.
Small in stature; big in personality.
Such a “big girl” in so many ways, but still my little peanut.
I desperately wish she could stay this little forever…but I can’t wait to see who Maggie becomes as she grows.
Happy Birthday my Maggie Jo. May you always keep that little twinkle in your eye, a grin on your face and a trace of dirt on your feet.