The Zoe Chronicles - 3 years old continued

Dear Zoe,

You're practically a lady. You are always gracious in your movements, and every word and action is purposeful. You're a real sweet girl... and you are becoming more beautiful every day! You like to model, but since you are a shy girl, it is only ever for us. You'll do the "walk walk turn pose" as you strut across the room, do a 180, put your hands on your hips and flash those captivating eyes! It's ironic because you are at that age when you bolt when I try to take a picture of you. So, it's been hard getting family photos...

Your favourite toy is Cole Polar Bear. You lug him everywhere. And, you even drew him once. I was flabbergasted, as it actually looked like something that resembled a polar bear!

You're still a great eater, but there are two foods you don't like. Eggs. Sweet potato. That's the list. That's it. But, for some strange reason, your daddy keeps trying to get you to eat eggs and I keep trying to get you to swallow sweet potato. Really, we need to move past this and stop trying to force you into it. I mean, out of the 4000 foods that you love and eat happily, why do we care about eggs and sweet potato? Maybe your daddy and I need to delve more deeply into this and seek some help. It's not your fault darling, you're allowed to not like them.

This is the self portrait that you drew today. You're gifted... you take after your dad's artistic abilities, that's for sure. I have no doubt you will be an amazing artist like him.

You love arts and crafts. You help me make every birthday card (and do most of the stamping!!!) and love gluing things, and drawing. LOTS and LOTS of drawing. And you love playing with playdough. You even try to write notes to daddy (Dear Daddy, how's work? Nice day. I love you.) and the scribles actually resemble words. It's the same note each time though. Dear Daddy. How's work? Nice day. I love you.

You love singing the Happy Birthday song. I think it's because I actually told you that if you sing Happy Birthday at Cole's party, you'll get cake. Since then, you sing Happy Birthday to everyone. And every day. Cole. Ruby. Daddy. Mommy. Zoe. Mikayla. Even Pasha. But, we only actually give you cake AT their birthday party. And, at Mikayla's you had an ice cream cake for the first time. It was actually your first taste of ICE CREAM. The moms there thought I should be reported for child abuse. Especially since they saw me gobble up half the ice cream cake slice before it was placed in front of you.

Love you,

Mommy and Daddy

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