I have a three year old.

I don't know how it happened. I swear I can blink and put myself right back to the day she was born. It honestly doesn't seem like that long ago.

But then I look at her. Sometimes I look at her and spontaneously burst into tears. I will just blame those post partum hormones which I seem to blame everything on.

THREE?! Seriously kid, you are so amazing. And spirited.

Which brings me to this:

Yes my darling girl, while two was a breeze, I can already tell how hard three is going to be. You are such a good kid, but oh my are you willful. But truth be told? 

I kind of love it. You are for sure a ball buster and I don't think I will have to worry about you when you get older. (:cough: boys :cough:)

You know what you want, when you want it and you are stubborn as hell. Ahem. You get it from your mama.

There are so many thing I don't want to forget about you at this age. How you ask to cuddle "alllll day". How you say hanitizer instead of hand sanitizer.

When I do your hair, or you get the tiniest of boo boos, how you say "It hurts a little bit....but not that much."

The way you say Toy Story. I don't know what it is, but it's adorable.

The way you read with daddy. Or anything you do with daddy.

You are so insanely sweet to your sister. The way you hug her or take her little face in your little hands and say "My little chunky monkey!" Makes me melt everyday.

Last night I asked you who your best friend was. You replied with "You are, and Daddy too. Daddy cries when I don't say him."

Hysterical. You are also crazy funny. And you know it. You crack up laughing at your own jokes, which then makes us burst out laughing. Disciplining you has become difficult because of this. Because it's so hard not to laugh when you go on tangents about why you were doing what it is we are punishing you for.

You are such a loving little thing. The way you teach your babies the ABC's in your crib at night. And then two seconds later, scream at them because they aren't listening. {Mama's going to work on that baby girl, but we are just loud people.} 

Oh, Quinn. I really wish you would stop getting bigger. But I do love the little person you are becoming. 

I love you so much my three year old. 

Please be gentle on us.