Three!

Well, I have a three year old. Lily had her first kid party at Pump it Up, had a princess cake and a homemade chocolate cake with chocolate frosting, and got her first two-wheeler (with training wheels of course)on which she proceeded to zip around the basement at breakneck speed, overcook a corner and fall over. Luckily she was wearing her helmet. She then got right back on her bike and now rides at a snail's pace. A slow snail.

So far three is, um, special. She insists on wearing "ballerina" dresses each morning, and can go from professing her love for me and Husband one second to running away from us, throwing herself on the couch and sobbing fierce hot tears while choking out "Don't talk to me, Mommy!" the next. She is sensitive and strong willed, frustrating and hilarious. She loves princesses, singing, dancing, playing with Maya and pretending. She never ceases to amaze us everyday.