The Zoe Chronicles - 38 months old

Dear Zoe,

Another month has passed, and I think you miss me. You freak out when I come home from work and lunge into my arms. It's a gorgeous feeling every day. You tell daddy "I miss mommy" a lot... but it serves RJ right because MAN DID I HEAR "I miss daddy" for the year that I was at home.

You love love love singing. Your singing voice takes after me. That's not a compliment.
A B C D E F G, H I J K, OOOO P, Q R S, T U V, W X Y and Z...
(except I actually know my abc's)

You'll sing the whole song, and when you get to the "next time won't you sing with me?" I always say that next time I WILL sing with you to which you respond "why?".

Now, all of a sudden, it's like we're feeding you goof balls. You're high energy, want to climb the whole house, and jump all over mommy. I'm very fragile ma dear, you must be gentle with me! That's what dads are for. Well, that, and to scare the shit out of any future male suitors.

You still take a daily nap, but you always say "Me not have 'nuff nap" when you wake every single day. Well, then, Zoe, SLEEP longer!

And, the potty training. It has begun. My tactical move was to wait for my return to work to potty train. So, it's no surprise that it's that time! You cottoned on quick. To the wees. OH the pains of trying to get you to poo on a potty. You'll have to ask your dad about it one day, I think he's still a little sore on the subject. We resorted to bribing you with books (aha, we didn't cave and give you the sugary gummy bears or chocolate covered teddy bear cookies! foiled again love! you just may make it to 4 before you get them!) and, nevertheless, you had some successes a few days later, and it's going quite well.

My little girl is growing up.

Love you,
Mommy bear
xo
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