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all about a

today i feel like bragging about my beautiful, smart, and hilarious first born. 
at three years old she knows her alphabet, colors, shapes, the sound each letter makes, can write the alphabet, can count to 29 without help-farther with coaching:), can rhyme, knows opposites and can "read" 27 sight words. she also knows a ton about animals and can identify them- even ones ive never heard of:) like tapirs. and capybaras. 
she sings along to taylor swift on the radio. 
she is an amazing big sister and is in love with her little brother who in turn adores her and thinks everything she does is mesmerizing:)
she says the most honest and endearing prayers at naptime, and often quotes things that i say when i pray with her.
she has started telling jokes that make no sense, but at times totally crack me up. (What did the big dog do with the little dog? Made him into pancakes!!!)
she is a fish, loves to swim and would live in water if she could. 
on second thought, she would probably rather live in a tent and camp everyday.
she is a daddys girl and cries if he forgets to kiss her before he goes to work.
she asks to go out to eat at least 2 or 3 times a week, and if we do go and she gets to choose where- its usually culvers because you get icecream instead of a dinky toy prize.
she loves going to the playground, loves playing with her cousin nathan (who is 10 and finds her slightly annoying but indulges her anyway), loves rapunzel and the rest of the princesses and loves to dance and sing her way through life.

i could go on and on. 
she is such a blessing to our family. 
i love her so much and cant wait to watch her grow up- even though i tell her everyday to stop growing and stay little:)





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