Three AND A HALF

Today was Lyla's half birthday - my first baby is three and a half.  It's funny, the words alone seem so insignificant.  Three and a half.  Three is still such a small number, and really three years is a short amount of time.  The first three years of our marriage flew by, and the three years we dated before that.  The three years of college I had before we met flew, and every other three year period. 

But the last three and a half years of my life have been the furthest thing from insignificant.  And in the last 6 months my girl has changed so much.  She's losing her toddler and gaining so much big kid.  She's officially in kid sizes (back when she was a baby I literally thought I'd die the day that happened) and she's obsessed with being big like mom to sit in the front of the car and drink coffee.  :)

I look at sweet Lyla and I see such a mix of baby and big kid.  Her best friends in the neighborhood are 5 or 6 years old.  She's got an opinion on every little thing, a wild imagination, and could care less about fashion other than princess dresses and cat shoes.  She's an amazing biker (with training wheels) and the fastest on a scooter with as little fear as ever.  But just as quickly as she'll wipe out, hop up and run off to the next stunt without a second thought, she'll come running to me with a big Mama!, wrap her arms around my leg and ask to be held or cuddled, and I'm reminded of what a precious, tender little thing she still is.

To celebrate her stealing my heart for 42 months in a row we went to the Barbie Dream House again (she's been talking about it since we went for her 3rd birthday and it was every bit as exciting as the first time) and stopped at the Disney Store.  The girls were a couple of dolls - we had such a blast.  I am one lucky girl.

- K

I took these pics of L today before we left for the mall.  I don't know why she was so obsessed with the globe, but man is she a cutie.  :)

Curtsying :)