I quite like 3 and a half. You’re my little shadow. We laugh together. Play together. Tell jokes together. Bake together. Three and a half is all sorts of fun.
On the flip side, three and a half is a bit of a hard work. As much as there is laughter, there are tantrums. Tantrums of diva-like proportions.
The other day, as I made my way back from a walk, I ran into the young guy from upstairs. We started chatting and I asked, “I hope we’re not too noisy for you. I hope you can’t hear her crying from upstairs?”
“I can,” he said with a smile, “but it’s OK. It’s not that bad.”
Finally, after three and a bit years of broken sleep, you started sleeping in your own room. You still wake three or four times some night, but we’re getting there.
In the biggest news of all, you have a boyfriend. He’s three months your junior but just as much in love with you as you are with him.
Three and a half is fun Lacey, but it does kinda make me scared about what four will bring.
Love Mama. xx