My sweet baby girl, Cadence turned three last Friday! For the rest of the US, it was Black Friday, but for our little house, it was a very special birthday.
Cadence is ambition, and strong coffee. She’s as soft as a kitten and as fierce as a tiger. She doesn’t take no for an answer, which is a problem at age 3, but a trait I trust will serve her well as an adult.
Her favorite thing to play is dress-up and pretend. She makes up elaborate story lines and involves everyone in the house. She has an active imagination and I frequently hear her talking to herself or her toys as she plays.
She doesn’t mind playing by herself, but loves having a friend to play with. Her best friend is her sister.
She doesn’t pronounce L’s, R’s or sometimes P’s. I know this is temporary and a normal part of speech development, but I sometimes find myself wishing her toddler-talk never goes away.
She’ll climb anything.
While her night-time sleep has improved, she still wakes up once each night. Sometimes twice.
She still sucks her thumb. And secretly, I never want her to stop.
She sings. Constantly. There is always a song in her head and she’s taken to making up her own songs.
She dances to every song she hears, which basically means, if she’s not running, jumping or skipping, then she’s dancing.
Her least favorite part of the day is dropping Adelaide off at school.
Her favorite part of the day is when Adelaide comes home from school.
She wishes snow wasn’t so cold.
She wishes swimming pools were warmer.
She talks. All. The. Time.
She calls Snow White’s seven dwarfs, “okie dokies”—I have no idea where this came from.
She calls spaghetti, “pssgetti”
She calls oatmeal, “opey meal”
She wants to be a princess when she grows up. Or a fairy. I suggested she could be a fairy princess, but she assured me that’s not a thing and that she has to choose one or the other.
She’s terrible at meal times and it takes a tremendous amount of effort to get her to eat anything except mac ‘n cheese. I have yet to determine if it’s a battle of wills or true dislike for real food.
Broccoli and peas are on the list of vegetables she eats with little complaint—I find this to be some kind of miracle.
She loves to snuggle, wear skirts, and eat strawberries.
Her laughter can turn the worst of days into good days.
We love our little Cady Bug ♥