Three Years Old

the baloney bug

the baloney bug




Where do I start?  I could fill up pages and pages with sappy words about how much this girl means to us.  She’s unlike anyone I’ve ever met.  She’s kind hearted, silly and insanely stubborn.

She asks me countless times a day, “Mommy, are you happy?” Which is so sweet in theory, but sometimes mommy is a little frustrated and it takes some effort to say “Yes, I’m happy.”

To which she’ll respond, “I want you to say you’re happy LIKE THIS!”

She is a people pleaser.  An animal lover.  She loves babies.  We started swim and dance lessons, and it’s been such a joy watching her go from clinging to me in the pool to watching her swim around, splashing and having fun.  She’s been potty trained for nearly a year, and cut out her night diapers soon after (all on her own, much to my hesitation).  Good thing I had just bought a Costco sized box of Pull-ups when she decided she wanted to start wearing underwear to bed.

We spend every waking minute playing dolls.  She would rather play dolls a million times over than watch tv.  Which is amazing in theory, but sometimes mama needs a break from playing dolls.

Adelaide, thank you for your spirit.  For making me want to be a better person.  For your eternal optimism and generous heart.

And for referring to me as “Dora” when we’re in public.


  1. Omgosh! She is the best. What kinds of dolls does she like? Also, I love that she asks you if you’re happy. What a sweet girl.

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