Busby // 3 years
I can’t quite compute this information.
I get more and more emotional on her birthday the older she gets…
My baby is three.
It seems like only yesterday that we were sitting on the hospital bed with her: Staring at her in awe. Staring at this little bundle of life. Staring at all 6lb 14oz of beautiful baby in my arms.
And now she is three.
And wow! She is three!
Busby has passed all of her term goals at Nursery with flying colours, and will be moving up to the Tigers next week. We saw her in her first Nativity play on Thursday; she was a star (both in character and quite literally) as she sang her beautiful little heart out, and kept repeating to her friend “that’s my Mummy and Daddy over there!”, while she grinned at us with pride.
She is such a creative little soul, and her pictures are getting better by the day! She’s mastered faces now, and I can’t quite believe she’s drawing so well at such a young age.
Busby has been pretty poorly over the past month, with her first real sickness bug (which was delightful) and copious colds. It’s felt never-ending here at Make, Do and Push! HQ.
Her conversational skills are brilliant, and she can talk for England! The funniest thing she’s started saying when she’s spotted something tasty she wants to eat (usually chocolate-based) is: “Ooh my tummy is all rumbly. I’m so hungry. Please. My tummy is rumbly.” and then if she’s allowed said food she completes with “My tummy isn’t rumbly anymore.” Too much cute. I wish she’d speak like this forever, as it’s adorable. (Probably wouldn’t work as an adult though…)
She’s beginning to adore her little brother, and Busby and Indy are starting to get along famously! (And sometimes, not so – below!)
Busby’s favourite book is: Paddington, or her dinosaur fact book.
Busby’s favourite television programme is: Octonauts.
Busby’s favourite food is: Chocolate cake or ice cream.
Busby’s favourite activity is: Drawing.
Busby’s favourite toy is: Flopsy Bunny
Busby’s third birthday cake is: A chocolate butterfly cake.
Busby wants to be a… when she grows up: Doctor/Octonaut.
To my beautiful little girl. Happy Birthday! Please can time stop moving so quickly?!