Three seems to get a bad rap. I think I've mentioned on here before than when working with other people's kids, I have found 3 to be one of my favorite ages. Numerous friends assured me that it would be different when it was my own child being ridiculously stubborn and emotionally (and physically) out of control. And we definitely had plenty of awful 3-year-old moments. Becca is not a mellow kid. :) But 3 has also been, by far, the most entertaining age. Her little mind is so busy making connections, and you never know what she is going to pop out with next. For example, on the way home today, she said, "When boys come to my house, I'm going to punch them." What what? She's a trip. If I'm wearing black, she pretends that I'm Ursula (of Little Mermaid fame) and runs away. Obnoxious, yes. Hilarious, yes (for a while). Tonight after John got her out of the bath, she ran around the house naked and hid in the pantry. Dripping wet. Crazy kid.
Anyhow, Becca's third year has been a good one for us. She's done pretty well health-wise, she's made a LOT of progress on eating, she's grown fairly well, she's made progress in school, and she'd getting close to being fully pee-potty trained (not so much with the poop). Considering where we were 4 years ago, praying for a few wonderful minutes with our sweet girl, I'll take every single one of the 2,101,290 minutes she's been in this world...even the obnoxious ones.
Some recent shots of 3 in all its glory...
|Sleeping in her humongous big girl bed, passed down from another Rebecca at church!|
|Modelling her Big Sister shirt she made with Miss Becca|
|Ready to swim!|
|Strawberry pickin' with Grandma|
|First braid! Her hair is finally long enough!|
|Becca and Daddy pretending to be Lady and the Tramp. That's amore!|