Tilly is three! It’s hard to believe time has flown so fast until you spend a day with her. She is undeniably three. She has energy that KNOWS NO BOUNDS. And the girl needs to do things all. by. her. self. Things she’s never even expressed an interest in before? Suddenly it is imperative that she is the one who does the necessary complicated maneuvering that really requires another foot or two of height to accomplish. She’s hysterically funny and can make me laugh out loud, whether she’s trying to or not. She remembers lines from books and puts them to use at the most appropriate times. (We were at Meera’s birthday party the other night, way past bedtime, and when we opened the door to leave, Tilly turned back to the rest of the guests and said, “It is risky to travel in the dark,” a line from a story we’d read a couple times the day before. Perfectly appropriate, if a little spooky.) Even when I’m exasperated with her, I cannot deny that she embodies joy 98% of the time. She was mad the other night and wailing and she literally galloped across the house. While sobbing. She just can’t hold back.

She loves listening to stories, especially ones about Laura Ingalls Wilder (sound like someone else we know?) and will sit silent and still, listening so carefully. And she is really getting in to imaginative play. Our friend Chris made her an amazing wooden donut shop and Josephine made some tiny oven-bake clay donuts. Tilly totes those little donuts around the house and feeds them, sometimes accompanied by elaborate plot lines, to all the little animals that reside in the house.

When Josephine was Tilly’s age, she was still saying her Ls as Ys (yogs, yisten, cyose). Tilly has worked hard on perfectly pronouncing almost anything. She is just this week starting to work on how she says cereal (one of her favorite things to eat). Until now it was always “see-lee-er.” And we’d eat that for “bres-fixt.” But bresfixt is now, carefully stated, breakfast. And cereal is cereal.

She’s not a super-affectionate kid. She leaves peoples’ offered high-fives hanging and squirms away from hugs unless she’s good and ready to give them. But she’s been running at me full speed after preschool and holding me tightly and saying, “I love you,” and I just can’t get enough of her.

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