Month 40

My goodness, child. You are 40 months old today. Even as your baby
sister grows large within me, I remain in absolute denial about how old
and how big you've gotten.

You're a huge fan of reading - you spend hours flipping through books
making up your own stories to go with the pictures. You carry a book
with you almost everywhere, reading like this and telling me I shouldn't
ask questions because you're not reading to me.

You also pick out the letter V everywhere you see one. Nothing makes
you stop in your tracks and shout like seeing a V, anywhere. You can
read most letters and some numbers.

You've also figured out how to ride a tricycle. When we were in Ohio
over the 4th of July, you hung out with another little girl your age.
She was the master of all things on wheels and you wanted to keep up so
badly that you came home and worked right at it. Less than a week after
we got home, you were riding your trike anywhere and everywhere.

Every time you zoom along, I can't help but beam with pride.

That's the same pride I feel when you climb any type of rock wall.
You're now a pro at the 6 foot one at our gymnastics class so when I saw
a super really tall one at a street fair, I shelled out the $5 and let
you take a spin.

With no fear, you went right up there. With some help from the guy who
ran it, you made it all the way to the top and pushed the buzzer ('like
this,' you say, 'woo, woo, woo).

You just amaze me, inspire me and drive me crazy, all at the same time.
I can't wait to see what you do next.