39 Months

Sorry kiddo. I'm a little late on posting your month 39 letter. Summer has just started and we've been on the busy side. This coupled with the fact that I haven't knocked the dust off my camera in weeks, I have very few photos to post. I'm sure that will be remedied this coming week because we are heading to the beach. And you are so excited that you are just about ready to implode. We made the mistake of packing early and since that time all we've heard is, "are we going to the beach now?", "how 'bout now?", "is school closed today because we are going to the beach?" We honestly didn't think that kids ACTUALLY asked those types of questions, non stop! Like the "are we there yet?", "how 'bout now?" Daddy seriously thought that only happened on TV.

You are doing great in your new room at school. Two things about it make it totally cool, yoga and show and tell. And no, once again, you can not take Reggie to show and tell. The yoga cracks me up. Especially when you put your hands in praying position and say "Namaste." You've also gained a love of America since you started in that class. And I HAVE GOT to record you reciting the pledge of allegiance. But here's the line that cracks me up: "And of the nice nations, for which it stands." You can spot an American Flag on the back of a semi that's going 80 MPH like it was your job. And apparently, we need to fly the flag of the State of West Virginia at our house. I'm not sure exactly where you could even buy a State Flag. And I can assure you that even if i could find one, it will not be flying off my house.

After spending just a week in your new class, one of your new teachers said to me, "your little girl really likes to talk doesn't she?" That's gotta be the understatement of the year! Diarrhea of the mouth is more like it. And you like to add colorful terms to your vocabulary all of the time. Such as, "hey GiGi will you go get that "friggin" trike for me." Doesn't that just sound lovely coming out of a 3 year old's mouth. Of course we have no one to blame but ourselves. But I figure it could be worse. You could be me at the age of three and tell your great, great uncle to get his "GOD DAMN CHICKENS OFF THE PORCH BECAUSE THERE'S CHICKEN SHIT EVERYWHERE." So see, really "friggin" isn't all that bad. And look, I turned out just fine.

Swimming lessons are going fairly well. And you are starting to swim underwater by yourself with you are at the pool with us. I'm gonna guess that by the end of the summer you may be doing it solo. That's just insane to me. You are 3!! It just seems like yesterday that we were taking you to mommy and me swim classes when you were less than a year old!

So happy belated 39 months Little Bit. And watch out beach, because Sophie B. is going to be breaking bad on you in just 1 short day!

Love Always, Mama

ps... I'm sorry that you'll never know the Michael Jackson that I loved. Or that moonwalking and a single silver sparkling glove could be the coolest things, evah.