In a couple short months this lil' darling will be a whoppin' three year old!
Who hit the fast-forward button? I may just blink and see her asking for the car keys next.
So, right now, I try to remember those quirks that make her the child I adore..
For example: take this gal to the playground and she'll squeal down the slides a few times, but then return to her favourite spot of all: the dirt. She loves digging, raking, and rolling around in it.
Yes, I'm that mama with the kid making
She's my wee beauty... and my crazy beast, all rolled in to one.
Tenderly she dotes on her younger brother... tortuously she thwacks him the next moment.
Every time we come home she runs to the garden to pick me a flower.
The plucked tomatoes (Azi calls "poemados") are shared with her Daddy.
She hates to walk any where... encouraging her stay off the stroller results in dragging a screaming tempest down the sidewalk (how the neighbours must talk)!
If she gets a 'boo-boo'...the whole block will also hear her bewail it.
Every scratch, cut or bruise is accounted for to her Grandparents on each visit (even when the 'trauma' is weeks old).
Oh, but she loves to snuggle.
And despite saying "I can do it MYSELF"... she still asks her Mama to join her in everything.
She loves playing with her toy animals (especially in rice).
She hangs on every word during story-times... eyes wide with delight or dismay at the plot.
Oh, and I sort of interviewed her here too:
Yes, that's my Azriel...
...that's my girl.
I love her to bits,