Harper at 3 years, 8 months, and 18 days old.

Posted on | July 18, 2012 | 31 Comments

How is this a thing? The creeping closer to 4 years old? I don’t appreciate it. I mean, I sort of do because it means we are getting away from 3 and well, 3 is scary. It’s hot then it’s cold, it’s yes then it’s no, it’s…well you get it, Katy Perry explained it to you thoroughly.

My cousin Sammy sent Harper a box of stuff. Really fun stuff like crafts and toys and the whatnot. There was this soft bunny thing with a giant head and from second ONE of her pulling this thing out of the box she has been obsessed. Chapstick level obsessed. She takes it everywhere. She even told me one night she didn’t need her blankie anymore because she loved bunny (who she has named “boobies” for the record) more. I clutched my imaginary pearls. Nope, sorry kid, you’re not allowed to stop loving the thing you’ve loved since you had rubberband wrists. Nice try. ::turns away to cry::

This week she’s been going to a daily dinosaur camp at her preschool. Of all the theme weeks to choose from, she insisted on dinosaur. There, they sing dinosaur songs, make fossils and dig them up, and eat dinosaur food (broccoli and carrots with ranch I’m told). In the mornings when I drop her off I am directed to put Boobies in the carseat and buckle her in. This didn’t bother me one iota until I got pulled over and looked like a downright weirdo. Let’s not even talk about the fact that I got pulled over.

Boobies serves as a perfect pillow for couch naps because he has a huge head. She conked right out on him today, which is easy to do since she never lets him leave her side.

She’s funny every day, but she’s had some real gems lately.

The other day we went to the beach with our friend Alex and his nephew Oliver. Two three year olds are bound to be hilarious and they didn’t disappoint. In the car, Oliver sang us a few songs like Twinkle Twinkle, and then I asked Harper if she wanted to sing Oliver a song. Dead seriously she said, “I can’t. I’m too good”. Yes and modest, too.

Later at the beach while we were eating cantaloupe she exclaimed she wasn’t going to eat it. I asked her why she didn’t like cantaloupe and she said “I still like it, I just don’t like the taste of it”.

Even later, she said “Oliver I love you! And I like your hair”. He said thank you and she waited for a second and then said, “do you like MY hair”? Well, that’s one way to get some compliments.

Yesterday we were coloring and I was apparently coloring too fast. She said I need to go slowly. I told her I wasn’t aware there were rules about coloring and she said “well, there are”. TOLD.

I would always tell her when she got up in the morning that I missed her so much while she was sleeping. But now she says it to me first. I can’t tell you how much that makes my mornings.

We’re chipping away at three. I don’t know how we got here, but I know it will be gone before we know it. These months and years are going too fast. There are no bottles to put it in, no way to stop it and all I can do at this point is hope to not constantly be doing that thing where you’re crying while maniacally laughing because you can’t decide which emotion is greater. I’m so sad and I’m so happy. It’s so painful. And it’s so awesome.

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