three whole years

Schuyler. Three years!? How can that be!? You seem to be enjoying your present from your mum and dad (the vespa-ish tricycle above) and just about everything else in life. You've only recently been introduced to the wonders of chocolate and you approve. You're hair is finally long enough to put into a pony tail and we should probably sign you up for a hair cut soon (and a first Dentist visit). You've gotten over the fact that your little brother is still hanging around and you really love playing with him (and he loves being played with). You say things every day that make us think and laugh and confused ("Lucy... Jonathan, my daddy, is Kim's baby"). You throw the typical toddler tantrums over silly things and you shows boundless enthusiasm for things we've forgotten (wow, seeing a turtle in the water IS actually pretty cool). You are pretty... um... determined, I guess is the word for it. You are funny. Every night you make me tell you what's happening tomorrow and every night you tell me that you don't want us to go to work tomorrow and every night that makes me sad because i love hanging out with you (although i also like the break). You're such a little girl now even if you pretend to be a baby and babble and crawl just to get attention. Having you (and Charlie) was one of the best decisions we've made. I can't wait to greet the future with you. We love you, you little scamp.