Samantha, today on December 8th, you turn 3, and I love that...
you have been calling yourself 4 yrs old for almost 9 months, confusing and amusing many!
you can take a tomato and pickle from your kitchen and name them Bob and Larry. And then care for them like they are the actual actors in the movies. I love that Larry's mom is a green bell pepper and Larry's dad is a cabbage. And that you are creative enough for a french fry to be Junior.
you talk to Timothy as your equal, convinced you can do anything he can do.
you adore him, and cry often "I want Tim [no o] thy". (You dropped "Bubba" months ago)
you are a daddy's girl, but still want me when you don't feel good (or Daddy says no).
you appreciate girly things ("That's pretty"), but will play with a car any day!
I have had 3 amazing years with you where you teach me patience (or is that try my patience?), show me that circumstances don't have to be obstacles, and remind me to snuggle.
I love you, Samantha!
And now that you're 3 I'm going to TRY to stop calling you Baby Girl!