My little girl is three.
I am sad, and excited all at once.
I miss your baby talk, hearing you refer to yourself as Boffer before you could say your own name properly.
You still say 'hairy carpar' instead of hairy caterpillar and I love 'teletone' instead of telephone but I will have to let go soon because you get better at more words everyday and these will soon be a thing of the past too.
You love glue and craft and you love books. You love Playgroup and your friends and Story time at the library. You love the park, but not the swings, you much prefer the slide. You love Charlie and Lola and Playschool on tv.
We have loved you being two. Now we get to see what three has in store for us all and I can't wait!
Happy Birthday Possum.