At two, she was still a little one. She signed and laughed and learned new words.
At two and a half, she was a walking, running, jumping, climbing little girl. The ideas were starting to come. The sentences turned into paragraphs. We chatted. We sang.
At three, apparently she couldn’t do anything because she has spent the whole day telling us all the new things she can do now that she’s a big three and a half year old. And half way to four. That’s big on her list. Because being big and growing totally rules. When you’re three and a half.
Happy half birthday to our big kid Roozle. A girl full of ideas and words and wonder and all kinds of awesome.