It is with great pleasure that I wish you happy birthday after three amazing years of life. I can’t believe that three years ago today, I was in the hospital staring into your beautiful eyes, breastfeeding you for the first time and being amazed that I could love another child as much as I already loved your sister.
From day one, you have been a happy kid and as you have evolved into a three-year-old, you have shown us that you are also strong-willed and smart to boot. Today you showed me how to write an “E” which kind of blew my mind but this is not the first time you’ve been on an accelerated schedule for an accomplishment or milestone. Everyone always says it’s a second child thing, but I’m convinced you are just brilliant.
Starting a couple of months ago, your vocabulary increased exponentially and now everyone has a pretty darn good idea of what is on your mind. Your favorite saying is probably, “I do it myself” and to give you credit, you do a heck of a lot of things yourself from getting dressed to putting yourself in the car seat. As much as I love your independence I also love that as long as I’m not interrupting you from something as important as a television show, or, God forbid, FROZEN, you will still snuggle with me. Snuggling is great in your book but your favorite thing to do is to play games especially if it involves turning my body into a human jungle gym. Memory and puzzles are close seconds and you are just starting to get the hang of hide-and-go-seek, although, lets be honest, we’ve got a ways to go (stop telling me where you are hiding!)
You love music and dancing and your dance moves are as interesting as your outfit choices. In both regards, I love your style and I hope you continue in your determined way to express your individuality.
Eloise, you love gymnastics and are quite good at it. I’m especially impressed by your strength. Most grown men can’t lift their toes to the bar and you do it with minimal effort. For the longest time, you wouldn’t walk across the beam without heavy assistance from an adult but you’ve recently overcome that fear and power across it with relative ease.
For your birthday this year, you wanted to go to México, like we did last year. When that was not in the cards, you settled on a México-themed fiesta at our house and we invited all of your friends over from your class at school. You were a bit perplexed when they all showed up and quickly chose to instead hang out with the ridiculously large Cinderella doll that the Campbell’s gave back to us (we gave it to Gracyn two years ago, mostly to annoy her parents, and they decided to return the favor, damn them.) We put Cinderella on the top bunk so you could forget about her and rest assured that nobody else would play with her (and more than one parent looking for their child in your room would be freaked out by her presence) and you finally started to engage with others.
Playing with balloons was a hit, as was pin the tail on the donkey and, of course, the crowd favorite, the piñata.
My favorite part of the party was when we all sang you Happy Birthday and watching your face make the cute expression you make when you are trying to act like something is no big deal but you actually think it is pretty cool. Every time I see you make that face I am reminded how smitten I am with you.
You, my dear, are one special girl, well loved by all. You are only three and yet I already have a feeling that you are going to have an amazing life. I can’t wait to be a part of it and do everything I can to support you in it’s amazingness. But for now, we’ll just focus on learning every last word to FROZEN.
With so much love,
Mommy (and Daddy too)