37 month old

Dear Elle,

We're in the phase of you want to dress like a princess every single day. You'd whine and stomp on your feet whenever we insist you to wear a t-shirt and a pant.
You love picking the wildflowers along the trail behind our backyard. Almost every late evening, we'd go out for adventure time with you riding on your tricycle cruising around the neigborhood. Oh! How proud of you showing off the way you paddling your tricycle with no hands on the handle bars, shrilling "Mama! See! No hands!". Seeing your happy-go-lucky face humming songs while riding your tricycle melt my heart.
Hide and Seek is one of your favorite game now. The rule is we have to stay put at the hide place you specify; Otherwise, you'd throw your fist and whine when you couldn't find us at the "designated" hide place.

You dig, play with the dirt and rocks in the yard everyday. You help pulling out the weeds, watering the grass, and picking out the rocks. That day you worked so hard on the yard that you simply dropped yourself onto the floor, laying on the grass and gazing at the sky signing "I'm so tired.".
That evening while I was preparing the dinner, you asked me what I was cutting and I told you it's ginger. You said cheerfully, "Hmmm... Ginger is yummy. I love ginger.". I told you ginger is spicy and you kept shaking your head saying "No! Ginger is sweet. Remember the ginger cookie we made together?". It took me a while to realize you meant the GINGERBREAD cookie we made in Christmas time last year.

You're so sweet that you always compliment mama looked like a princess no matter how crappy mama dressed in. One day during bubble bath time, mama teased you saying mama is getting old and one day I will not able to dress myself, drive the car, or walk by myself. You listened quietly and then looked into my eyes with sympathized saying: "Don't worry, Mama. I'll take care of you. I'll feed you. I'll help to dress you. I'll drive you. It's Okay.".

"First, you need to write a ONE, and then a THREE.", that's the way you taught us how to write the letter B. Two zeros sticks together is how you write a number 8. You'd write a letter C and then a number 1 next to it, and that's the number 9. It's hilarious that a lot of times your numbers and letters you write are facing the opposite way.
Oh the fun you have with the broom! Holding it up high in the sky swaying it around and then putting one leg over it and riding on it screaming, "Mama! See! I'm a witch!". We pretended to be witches flying with a broom in the yard. It's funny hearing you called out, "Comeon! Witchy! Let's fly.".
On the 3-years-old checkup, we found out you're 4 pounds overweight. We got a note from the doctor: "10oz of skim milk per day only. No juice and sweets."

Love,
Mama