I usually look at my Facebook "On This Day" memories when they pop up in my feed (but I almost never share them because you guys! Obviously I have shared them before, and I don't want to just rehash yesterday's cute moments. I want to bore you to tears with TODAY'S cute moments), but today, I studied them intently. Because I REMEMBER that day so well. The long labor. The peaceful contractions in the hospital bathtub. The tiny baby I tucked in one of the holes in my nursing gown and slept soundly with for five perfect late morning/early afternoon hours after being awake for 2 days.
And now? In a blink, a flash, a whirl of knitted turbans and sparkly tutus and body-smeared sidewalk chalked masterpieces, she's THREE.
She's the kind of person who says splendid when she's asked about her day.
When she smiles with her crowded, pointy little teeth, we all smile back.
She's completely bossy in the most competent way.
She calls her dad Ben when she really wants something.
She sounds like her Golden Girls namesake and Tallulah Bankhead when she wakes up in the morning.
She's the kind of person who hugs with her whole body.
We've had so much fun celebrating her, but it's the kind of fun that's going to totally haunt me next week on the beach because I have had birthday cake and/or pie everyday since Saturday, and I am making cupcakes for Harry's class on Thursday. Gaaaaaaaaah.
One of her school friends got her a sleeping bag, so she immediately wanted to play campout.
Pioneer Woman chocolate pie for Pi Day, and if you have like 15 minutes of prep time and 4 hours of pie-in-the-fridge chill time, you really should, too.