I can't believe you're turning three. And when I say that, what I really mean is I can't believe you're just now turning three! I said it last year, but your age lags behind you a bit. With the jokes you crack, the faces you make, and the stories you tell, I've often forgotten you were just two -- still a baby by many standards -- yet now that year is gone and I, by no means, can call you a baby anymore.
It's been a big year for you, Selah. You potty-trained at 27 months easier than I ever dreamed. Then finally, just a couple months ago, we took your "sassy" away cold turkey and you did surprisingly well. Yes, you transitioned to wanting milk all. the. time., but we're working on that. (We're also working on your getting in my bed every night and kicking the living daylights out of me and using my head as your pillow.)
With no diapers and no sassy, we can get up and go with you pretty easily. The only battle is convincing you to wear socks and season-appropriate shoes. You still have your strong-will and your feisty streak, but I'm starting to see you soften too. Just in the last few weeks, your tantrums (which -- I'm not gonna lie -- were HORRIFYING in months past) have become almost non-existent. You're getting easier, more compliant, and I think it's safe to say we're nearly free and clear of the Terrible Twos.
Did I mention how smart you are? There is nothing I can't talk about with you and there is nothing I can't explain to you. You tell stories, make up songs, jokes, plays, etc. You blow me away every day with the witty, hilarious things that come out of your mouth. I hope I never forget how adorable you were to talk to at this age.
Your biggest battle right now is those darned ear infections. You spent the last day of your second year of life getting prescribed antibiotics and being told this time, the infection has ruptured your ear drum. You'll be getting your third surgery after the first of the year. These pesky infections cause us to make regular trips to the doctor and cause colds so close together you're rarely without one. But you take it all in stride. You never complain. You still play like mad, laugh and make us laugh, and live life loudly, the only way you know how.
Selah, I believe you're made for great things. I can't even fathom what God has in store for your future, but I know it's going to be good. It has to be with all the humor, smarts, and passion He's put inside of you. Many nights when I lay down with you, you whisper and tell me I'm "the best Mommy in the whole wide world." I hope you know the feeling is completely, totally mutual. Your Daddy and I love you around all the planets and back!
Happy 3rd Birthday, Selah Bear.
Mommy & Daddy