3 years old

Loves: Her “best, best buddy” Giraffey, The Care Bears Nutcracker Suite (circa 1988, a vintage Mommy and Auntie Becky throwback. Yep, it’s on VHS and it’s a Christmas movie. And we watch it every day.), blueberries, bacon, and popcorn, her flannel bunny sheets and Pjs with a puppy on them (who she named Oscar. She refuses to wear any other jammies.), time at the beach, riding on airplanes (unlimited TV and no car seat!), the color yellow, riding her trike (especially with her new helmet!), Doc McStuffins Band Aides, going out to eat (Chipolte is her favorite restaurant), dancing while she eats, making up songs, playgrounds, riding the L, horsing around with Daddy after dinner, snuggling with Mommy for story time before bed every night.

Dear Eloise,

HAPPY (early) BIRTHDAY! How are you 3 years old already? You’re so much fun, and a total joy to be around. Dad and I can’t wait to celebrate all that you are this weekend. We love you so much, little girl!

Love,

Mommy

Ellie Quotes of the Week:

* “I think it’s MARVELOUS!” (About the status quo dinner I offered her the other night.)

* “You’re stopping my ambition!” (When I tried to take back my cell phone from her peanut butter and jelly coated hands. I truly have no idea where she gets this stuff sometimes!)

* “You need to eat healthy, nourishing food…or you’ll get a cavity in your eye.” (Said gravely to one of her stuffed animals as she gave it a check-up. This was prior to it receiving a quick shot to the brain. Dr. Eloise doesn’t mess around.)

* “When I was a little boy, this [toy] was my favorite. But now I am a big girl.” (Responding to one of Mike’s “when I was a little boy” stories. Oh, Ellie.)

* “Why does he say ‘Muh-hahahah!’ Bad guys always say ‘Ha-Ha-HA!'” (Her evil laugh impression is amazing.)

* “THAT’S not a sea shell!” (We were going through her treasure box, looking at all of the beach shells and rocks she’s collected this year…when she pulled out a half eaten cereal bar. Yeah, I need to start checking what “treasure” she stores in there every night.)

* “Don’t worry! He won’t be mad!” (Convincing me to paint her toenails for the first time after worrying about what Daddy might think. We painted them sparkly yellow…her choice. And, no, Daddy wasn’t mad 🙂 )