Three! And so much more.

Sometimes it takes me longer to post because I feel the need to make it more meaningful, or I want it to be more than just pictures. I want to reflect. I want to gather my thoughts but then when I find a minute, the thought has departed. 

Violet is 3. Three years ago a tiny, needy baby cried and snuggled against us, fell asleep on us, peed on us. Three years later she pees in the toilet, refuses to sleep, cries almost as much, but still loves to snuggle. She tests us and pushes buttons. She drives me up the wall already, but her blond curls, sweet laugh and hugs continue to change my world. 

More growing up

Violet had her 3rd birthday. We ha a conversation like this 2 days a go. 

Me: what do you want to be? (While reading Violet the Pilot)

V: a cat

Me: No, not for Halloween

V: when I grow up like you and daddy?

Me: yes when you are a grown up, what will you want to do or be?

V: I don't know, we'll have to wait and see I guess. 

Birthday pictures soon.