Ok, in the hoopla of Thanksgiving and family illness, I never posted about my sweet Katelyn Pie and her big birthday.
She's 3 now. 3. I can't get over this. It seems like such a small number for the amazing amount of changes that have occurred since her birth.
Kate is vibrant and joyous in spirit. She is a tangle of emotions and energy so fierce I am shocked by her passion and lust for life. She is independent in thought but deeply emotionally connected to those around her. She is empathetic, sensitive, loving, observant, creative, and sweet. She is shy of new people in general, but can form strong attachments very quickly. She knows what she wants and is unafraid to say it, but when something is bothering her, she is often unable to identify the source of her feelings. You always know what she's thinking because she thinks out loud.
Kate is fun. She's always singing, jumping, acting out scenarios with her toys, being silly and spontaneous. She loves being outside and doing art. She loves Audrey and can't wait until she is bigger so they can play more together. She tries to identify with people on their terms to connect with them; for example, she knows Daddy likes computer games, so she wants to play computer games with him, or blocks. She likes to sing and read with Mommy and help with chores. She is developing into a kind and flexible friend. She adores her kid friends and has grown leaps and bounds through her relationships with them.
I love her little kewpie face. Love her big smile, inability to say the letter "L", upside down sleeping positions, "moo-MAH" kisses, giggles that end in a half-choking sound, attempts to sound grown-up, bizarre object collections, Darth Pie breathing, and dress-up habits. She'll come out of her room pushing a shopping cart, wearing a hat, scarf, rain boots, purse, and absolutely nothing else, only to announce, "I'm going to the HEB. Do you need anything?" She snatches ordinary objects and stashes them in pockets, baskets, etc. in unexplainable themed collections (e.g. "things Moogy needs for his bathtime"). I love it when she says, "Mommy, count my freckles" or "I need sweet snuggles." I love her little voice singing with me at night, and stifle an affectionate laugh every time she sings "Christ the Yord." She is my little friend and colors my life with spontaneity and silliness.
Oh, how many more joys await! I love you, darling Pie.
