…well she is just as sweet, no matter what we call her. And today we can officially call her our big 3-year old girl.
Dear Addison Rose,
You are three. Which is so weird to write because for the last four or five months I have had to keep reminding everyone (including myself) that you were only two, not yet three! You just often times seem so much wiser than your three wee years. But now we can finally add our “big 3-year old” to the ever-expanding list of nicknames for you.
When you were born, even though you were a very, very big 8lb. 8oz. (remind me to thank you for that someday, by the way!), Daddy looked at you and said, “Wow, she is just so tiny!” You had these scrawny little legs and toes and everything about you seemed, well…tiny! And when you came home from the hospital Emma picked up on Tiny and she would call you my “tiny baby sis.” So from then on, we have always just called you Tiny. Usually this works to your advantage. Since we will always consider you the baby of the family, I think you are given much more leeway than your sister was on a good many things. But I guess since she gets the glory in being the “first” you get the advantage of being the “baby.”
I already knew when Daddy named you Addison that we would end up nicknaming you Addie. And Addie is what most people know you as. For people just meeting you for the first time they might think that you are shy and a little bit of a Momma’s girl. You ask to be picked up and hide your face in my shoulder whenever you are in a situation that makes you the least bit uncomfortable. But once you have the lay of the land, the true Addie really shines. And I do mean shine.
When you are well rested, fed, and the planets are aligned, you are the sunniest, funniest and absolute most pleasant child to be around. You have your Daddy’s good sense of humor, you have Mommy’s crazy expressions, and I think you take great pleasure in making people laugh. I have video after video of me just laughing at you – and all you are doing is laughing, with that crazy, infectious giggle of yours. It is one of my favorite sounds.
Daddy calls you Rosey-Toesy, which many times he will shorten to Rosey, Roses, Toesy or just Toes. When you are our little Rosey Toesy you could be mistaken for an elite gymnast in the Preschool Olympics. You will hang on everything that will hold your little wiggling body, fling your body off of the sofa, or scream “more flippy upside dooown!” as Daddy flips you over and over, repeatedly. Or you can be found very solemnly telling Daddy, “no more tickles, Daddy” as you cuddle up with him and then the next minute you are squealing “Yes, tickle me Daddy!”
You have a very serious side to you as well. Sometimes you will be off playing and I have to listen for you talking to your kitties/pollys/babies, or try to catch you humming or singing just so I know where you are. You can entertain yourself completely for well over an hour. I’ll come in and say, “What you doing, Addikins?” And you’ll just reply, “Nufin, Mama. I’m just playin here. You want to play with me, Mama? You can be Cinderella?” It is so impossible to turn down an invitation like that. To be included in your little world.
Obviously Emma is the only one who calls you Little Sis, and I honestly think this may be the most important role to you. Emma continues to be the one person who can influence you like nobody else can. Although you have started to figure out that you don’t have to do everything Emma tells you to, and there have been a few more disagreements lately. But, for the most part, Emma still stands as your favorite playmate and your best friend.
I think those moments when I end up using the nickname Lovebug, or just Bug, are my all-time favorite moments with you, though. We could have suffered through a complete meltdown and you’ll come off of the timeout step, climb on my lap, cuddle up and whisper “I love you, Mama.” The rest of the world just fades away as I soak in your sweet heart-shaped face, your big eyes, and your content little smile. Tantrum? What tantrum? All I see is my little loving Bug who loves me unconditionally even when we clearly do not see eye to eye.
You are a complicated little creature, that is for sure. But I am thankful every single day that I get to witness you growing up. I look forward to uncovering all of the different facets of Addie, and loving each and every one of them.
I hope you have an amazing year, Tiny-Rosey Toes-Lovebug-Addie-Addikins.
I love you,