The last picture of my two-year-old. The last picture of her with her paci. Probably NOT the last picture of her sleeping backwards in our bed.
Haddie,
You've got a big day ahead of you my sweet, strong-willed little Cubby. We've talked and prepared for this day for a couple of weeks now. And not just because it is your THIRD birthday, but because of the change this birthday brings. On your first birthday, you were completely cut off of nursing (you handled it just fine). On your second birthday, you got promoted from high chair to booster seat at the dining table (you felt on top of the world). But this third birthday brings the toughest change yet: your beloved bedtime pacifier has got to go. No amount of prep talking can prepare you (or me) for this. As you sleep next to me tonight I will soak up your sweet little paci-face one last time.
You have grown up so much this past year, as children do. You are venturing a little farther away from Mother Duck and developing your own sense of self. You are athletic, smart, funny, sweet, sassy, and brave (and many other things, too). You enjoy running laps around the gymnastics gym at full speed, only slowing to get stamps for a task performed. You love to read and build. You are my baby, just like I am my mama's baby. And you always will be my baby. My Cubby. My little duckling.
Happy Third Birthday, Haddie Liz!
Love, Mama
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