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Has it Been Three Years?

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By marydalene

… and three months, apparently. Which is probably a good time to make note of my baby’s birthday in July. Three years ago (and three months) she decided to rather abruptly join our family — on her own schedule of course.

And as I think about that day, it is more and more fitting, because Sarah is anything but docile. She loves being independent (and yet still loves to hold my hand). And while she can be a pill (with high drama), she can also be the cutest, sweetest little girl.

We had a little birthday party for her, complete with presents

and cake

of the ice cream variety, because it is her favorite.

We also went out and played with a bubble maker she got for her birthday. She had a blast.

I love the sheer amount of joy written on her face in this picture. She just had fun running around and being … Sarah.

We also had a birthday party with my extended family, where she was so happy open more presents and have ice cream with M&Ms on top (probably her most-favorite thing in the world).

I love this picture because Sarah was supposed to unwrap the present right next to Grandpa instead of taking it and retreating to her favorite aunt.

Much better.

This one makes me laugh because Sarah is clearly enjoying herself (and the attention of my parents and my sister) and Timothy is clearly bored in the background. Makes me laugh every time.

Some things about Sarah:

She is very particular about certain things. Trash (especially wrapping paper) must go in the trash right away. But yet her toys can be scattered from here to kingdom come and she’s OK with that.

She loves characters from Winnie the Pooh. Her favorite movie right now is “The Tigger Movie.” The other night she couldn’t find all of her stuffed friends in her crib and she cried until we came to make it right. (She sleeps with Pooh, Piglet, Tigger, Roo and Eeyore, as well as her cow and Buster the kitty. And occasionally her doggie as well.)

She loves her mommy. Sarah is seriously a Mommy’s girl and sometimes I’m not sure how to take it. She is very possessive of me at times and insistent that I help her — especially singing songs at night.

She loves songs — she will sing to herself on occasion, but mostly loves to be sung to. She just recently learned to dance and will dance when music is played.

She loves to have her own purse and be a girl. She loves to wear pink and skirts and hold baby dolls and stuffed animals. But yet she also likes little cars to carry around in her purse.

She loves her brother — to his distraction sometimes. Sarah is more than willing to play silly simple games endlessly with her brother, much longer than Timothy has patience for at times.

She loves to get into EVERYTHING. If you leave it out, she will try and look at it and hold it and play with it, if she can. (I have a password lock on my phone and all of our computers because of her.)

She loves to read — but mostly with her daddy. (I sing, Daddy reads. OK then.) Even though she has most of her books memorized, she loves to be read to at any opportunity.

This isn’t such a positive thing, but it is her: she screams. Like, screaming using her entire vocal range at times. Not for a long time, usually just for a few words, but I’ve never had to deal with ear-piercing screams before just because she is trying to make a point or something. We’re working on it. (Irony? When she screams, “Stop screaming!” at me. Nice.)

She loves her sleep, but doesn’t like to go to sleep. She still takes a two-hour nap nearly every day (and you can tell when she hasn’t), and sleeps 10-11 hours at night. But getting her to take a nap is full of protests — right up until she falls asleep, naturally.

Turning 3

Oh, and I’m not sure I’ve ever blogged about this, but Sarah graduated from Kids on the Move (the program to help her catch up since she was behind developmentally). She is now on her age level on skills and development. Yay! At her well-child check up, she was 34 pounds (84th percentile) and 39 inches (90th percentile).

Happy birthday, Sarah-barah. We love you!

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  1. BarbaraSeptember 4, 2011 at 10:38 PM

    She is a darling!! I can't believe she's three, either. Happy Birthday, Sarah.

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  2. GrammyzanneSeptember 8, 2011 at 11:29 AM

    She is precious. Love the bubble pictures!

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