Thursday, October 24, 2013

Three.

My favorite age with my kids.  Three.  This is when the fun just gets more fun.
 
Three.  This was the age when Emma's friend, Spacey, came over all the time to visit with her friend Jack.  They lived in a black van by the river.  They would always call first, and then come over to play or even eat supper with us.  Now we are blessed to have "Tomtee" in our life.  He is four and came over to play yesterday.  Sometimes he lets "Tootoo," talk to us on the phone also.  Hope and Tomtee seem to get along perfectly.  They are pictured together in the above picture.  Isn't he a gem...he's standing to Hope's right.
Three.  They talk, walk, and imagine all the while.  Writing and reading, learning day after day.  Just this past week, I was teaching Hope our address.  We played a game of repeat.  I would say 2-5, then she would...me, 7-5....her repeat.  We got to Wolverine Way, she giggled and replied, "dat is way to big, nope."  I laugh and end the game.  Not but two seconds later without my prompt, I hear from the backseat, "....and Zionsville is too big too, so I'm not going to say it eider." Well, Ok Hope, have it way, don't say it.
Three.  When crayons, paper, and a pair of scissors can be a blank canvas.  Blank for about 30 seconds that is.  "Look mommy, I draw papaw's barn.  Look mommy, I draw Mickey Mouse.  Look mommy, I make a maze.  Look mommy, I dink I cut my hair."
Three.  Standing tall and standing proud.  And standing however big sister, Emma is.  Singing all her songs, dancing all the same moves.  One would think the new Disney movie, Teen Beach Movie, was just for those preteens.  Nope.  We got a three year that will take the stage every time.
 Three.  When you find them off playing with the dollhouse and making the dolls talk to one another in that high squeeky pitched voice.  And speaking of talking, how about that three year old asking the 50-something lady standing behind us at the checkout, "What's your name?"  Then proceeds to look at her same aged husband and say, "What's your daddy's name?" 
Three.  I love it.  The imagination, the spark, the energy, but let's face it...it really is that wad of cuteness that 30 minutes before the alarm clock goes off gets out of bed and comes down to climb in your bed.  She get her face so close to your groggy-half-asleep face, that you can almost feel her mile long eye lashes sweep your nose.  Then the silence is broken.  "Mommy, I love hugging you.  I love kissing you."  [heart melt]  "Now gimmie dat arm!"  She swoops in, steals your left arm nearly breaking it off, and cuddles down as she fits 100% perfectly next to your side.  27 more minutes till that alarm goes off...what a great way to start another day with a three year old.

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